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Opposing dialects of the same depression
Feeling callow when we don’t commiserate
Paperback blues of a notorious sort
You got paid, but that won’t always encapsulate
Strike out to find something foundational
Charms of something more eternal than gold
Words are hollow if not properly digested
Cling to this disjointed life, if you be so bold
Broken umbrellas & sturdy desks Making no distinctions for the loss of time Sketching out all the possible plots Willful heartache remains the worst kind of crime
Put away your stencils & fountain pens These days call for someone to be original & bold Toss aside oaken casks of yesteryear’s notion This world isn’t ready for those who shattered their own mold
Tea cups & china dolls should stay by the wayside They won’t last long out here if they can’t put up a fight Early days already simmering, making my coffee feel cold Survivors must gather; let love be the fruit by which we write
I can still make mature women blush Knowing the proper placement of words Using my tongue to enunciate firmly The rhythm of recitement, she slowly purred
The fertile experience of rapturous joy Pause a moment, so she won’t catch her death Letting her pulse settle to reasonable levels Returning to the living, joy in each & every breath
The bold blonde with big, bouncy curls Much-maligned missionary souls Falling in love was always my fatal flaw Especially once I’ve relinquished control
Stand & be bold in your activities No longer obligated to their perceptions Finding strength within to change Absolved of retaining destiny’s misconceptions
I’m not saying I don’t appreciate A lady of Paris, Milan & back again A smartly dressed woman of the Times Inspiration for me to re-dip my pen
I’m not saying I don’t cherish A bold woman who’s a little bossy Nudity as art upon tasteful scales Teasing me through 8 x 10 glossies
I’m merely submitting a formal request Publicly provide the proper image of classy Though once their prying eyes are shielded I’m going to need you to be gratuitous & sassy
Acknowledge these peaceable arts Boring affairs these days, if truth be told The proper staffing present & accounted for I flirt with the notion that fortune still favors the bold
Reeking of this polite society These standard fare sisters & brothers But I’d be out there before the mast Swilling shanties & rum; if I had my druthers
Civil disobedience Marching against their sullen grain Public executions of our citizens The ones whom systematically resemble our pain
Exhibitions of our worst character traits The trembling hands with transcribed blood Outside of the panoramic eye Yet all the same, caught in the seismic flood
A taciturn refusal to simply exist Check your feed for what revolutionaries say Bold proclamations & campaign slogans But eventually the media hype fades away
Some other crime or scandal to catch your eye Lights, cameras & we all return to normal instead Forgetting those who can’t whore for Zuckerberg But the people still live with a price on their head