Caricamento in corso...

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I am a man by Simon Simpleton
 
Remind me of the repose and recompense.
It isn’t my thick skull that makes my head dense.
It is the defiance and disrespect of all intelligence.
I get ill when when my stomach and heart just sit on a fence.
Like six abandonded kids with no hope but happiness to convince.
Empty will get bigger. Doom a thread wound in a loom. A knot loose and spent.
You got away with it. Puppy jackets. Different, to go, then where went?
Like waking and seeing hands offering hope or rope repossess your last red cent.
What does the mind represent, except “a safe place”? in the oceans bottles sent. (Kazoo solo)
I can jive and listen to your nonsense. Your on the clock. Before noon i gotta pay rent.
All of this time knowing we weren’t.
I know the difference, “he mumbles a lot and doesn’t know or
say what he meant.” So don’t expect him to apologize at his death sentence. .......Words made
up on the news from current events. We all agree, little alone, or together in signifigance. I think
we all feel like experiments.   We tried to dig up vincent price and thaw walt disney, just to see
how this will end. So what? Remember that song where we fucked up to? “Thank you for being
a friend”. This is the end? Theme park burnt down. Ashen Hillbilly golf. I am sad for now. As
much as yester, (fools are the opposite of jesters) i practice sign laguange with gestures. I pray
no one can see me.
If they do, “please don’t care.”
Worn worst for tear. Worse for wear. (You need other words to make sense in rhyme of
ridiculous. Terse verse?) Lady & the Tiger? Hope your heart dont break or make a tear. Hope I
don’t break a toe on dreams or a stupid dare. In dream I stepped without fear. Is my mind
making whispers again? I would ask.........
You would tell me to just disappear. Either compasses make sense of maps or it’s the
distance between what is close and what is near.
Why teach hatred slowly? For heaven’s sake? A sacred space. There are people shocked, ruined,
and not even happy, to see a reflection of their own face. The witness torn not in time or love.
Complete disgrace. This is how we treat our human race.
“I have poor and you  have poor. Can we make a little more?” Emmit Kelley

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