So do definitions that evolve,
To erase and lift limited restrictions.
Leaving us to redefine meaning.
And why we exist,
To fable our lives lived…
With a fictitiousness.
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Remember when it was said,
Well…They are here.Hopefully those who saw them coming,Have been influential to the others,Who had been totally unprepared.Those days coming that are finally here…?Have been stripped of sugarplum and gum dropp wishes.They are real and have arrived to be dealt with!Without a frosting to lick!Sugarless and deceit free these days will be lived.
So uncomfortable some are with the truth.
And jeer at those,Who have come not to fear it.So much of what they believe,Has been created on falsities.An openness with honesty…Is as laughable to them,As any cartoon a child sees.And those who have discovered themselves,In the midst of quick and sudden change…Are finding out about truth more today than ever.And this has become traumatic,For…
In the City of Pretense,
They pride themselves in snooping.Duped by drug enhanced encounters.Bounced,From illusions fostered…By judgement passing done.Winning favor of the master,Dazed by colonialistic waysThat betrays any progress made.Pathological inproprieties,Begins to leave many wishingTo receive a replacement…For tossed rose colored glasses,Bartered.Hoping a selection of tints and hues desired,Will provide another perspective accepted!
They will never find true happiness.
With visits welcomed by temptations.And desperations…Sought outside,Instead of inside themselves!Where this journey begins and ends.But they spend their entire lives,Seeking to be convinced!And peering over the fence…To compare whose grass,Remains the greener!
I’ve already said what I have had to say.
You want it said another way.Unfortunately there is nothing else.Nothing I’d like to convey.I am not the one in masquerade.Nor am I the fool you believed,I portrayed.You choose to hide behind pretentions.And today I seek reality.Something you hide and afraid to display.There’s no need to argue.Or vent a temperment!I’ve already said what I have had…
I give my daddy the props,
She was there to discipline meAnd my siblings.Daddy she was on most of those days!Both mother and father and teacher and friend.Daddy was in and out,When my childhood began!But there was no mistake…As to who daddy was.He enforced the rules,And mama was the boss!And every year when Father’s Day nears…Both of them I honor and…