That’s the only way
Everyone is getting it,
These days.
Happy Hour or not!
And if it is…
It will still be,
For those getting it…
To receive what’s coming,
With or without accompanying pain.
Numb or dumbfounded!
From the top to the knees to drop.
‘Don’t act like you can’t hear!
You there…
In the rear!
Bottoms up! ‘
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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!
With these stories and more…
With these stories and others to come…A repeating will be committed.Moving ahead for some is certain.Many like to Spring clean,And exchange all the curtains.Some prefer to ignore the dust.And oxidize they do…Rusting and cursing,The stagnant times they trust.Others see this with wishes to move on!With each day turning into night…They await the coming of dawn.But…
I’ve been in one spot for twenty one years.
And dried my own tears.I know I’ve lost my mind…At least a few times or more.And the few people I knew had little to say.Or bothered to knock on my opened door.And today! TODAY…I get visitors.Who claim to be my friends.But I also know this much too well…Folks only come around,When they are near a…
Of course they are prepared,
Although their failings began,Long before he was born.Scapegoats are becoming meager.Very few of them are left.And those knowing this…Are scared to death.They are running out of breath,With excuses.Or the defamation of someone’s character,To abuse as accustomed.Creating conflicts and wars,Has become passé.Since it is blatantly obvious…Those who start them,Aren’t on the battlefields.Or on the receiving end…When…
I know you have more to do in your life,
Criticizing me may appease your appetite,For the time being.Until you notice I am not focused,On your critique…Or a bittersweetness you may get.I hope that does not upset?You’ll get over it.And hopefully you will have no regrets.I have been accessible to those who pass judgements.I want those like that to feel…They too have an importance.Something that…
If the beginning had not ended…
About addressing its start?Again?Or the unbalancing of nature…Affecting the moss growing on trees.And who authorized this meeting in the first place,Without beverages or hors d’oeuvres?I hope we are not expected to pay attention.