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Walking on proverbial
eggshells,
I sent you an urgent email
and I got no reply.
My! oh, my!
I say with audible sigh,
The latter
does not really matter
Since I have
other eggs to fry.
Life is such a labyrinth!
My full-mouthed clothes washer,
Her brand name Mikal,
Is quite all done with her sloshing cycle,
And she’s now in her rinth.
are you just a nudist,
or p’raps an absentminded flutist,
or did you not forget
to pirouette
to interpose
your discarded clothes
when on this a.m. you first arose
to scoff your omelette
with your crêpe suzette
and to peruse your home-delivered
and much-prized gazette?
I like shapes oblong
and quite significantly round
and the way fine lyrics
to my willing ear impress
their sweetest sound.
and I so love the critters that run wild,
and I so hate those awful things,
those things that need be filed.
now is the proper time,
I do think
(now you’ve had your flavored teaspoon drink),
for you to fly to bed, my child.
the chauvinist
part of me
must keep silent
lest the feminist
side of me
comes violent.
beware! the current race to idiot-proof
obliges me to stand quite far aloof.
oh, dear! oh, dear!
what have we wrought?
at its telling end, we will have lost
our faculty of knowing
who is an idiot—
and who is not.
Blasphemy consumes the simple minded
that can’t define the definition of self-progression
and usse brutal words as excuses for self-expression.
The Title ignorance
never made no sense
to the uneducated minds
of those
that never looked at it visually
never saw streets, littered with poverty
never, noticed children tryin’ to hustle their way out of reality
and come out victoriously.
See,
We assimilate into corrupted souls
WE, mutate into plants that digest but refuse to grow
SO,
Set your sites on the sun
But settle for the moon
Deny the world air as you take it for yourself
I had everything you asked for
But you wanted so much more
Devoir the dreams of your parents
And destroy their hopes for success
Give up on love and give up on life
Everything was set up so perfectly
But you threw everything away, including me
Hold on to hope of survival
As I hold on to the threads of love
You cut down the world around you
As you divide your own heart
before the beauty of the sun,
before my heart was born,
your love was witnessed through many forms,
i would give my last breath,just to receive that last chance,
to truly say goodbye,but when you die theres no coming back,
this tortured boy screams so loud of the past,
i cant bare these wounds anymore,
i cant keep thinking about your world,
i cant keep wanting to bring you back for me,
because you are forever gone,
because you are deceased.
