big time
loathe sad stories
still not over all the
dumbos, bambies, humpty dumptys
truly
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big time
loathe sad stories
still not over all the
dumbos, bambies, humpty dumptys
truly
Truly
(Or verily),
Let us make merrily!
Come, let us put on happy airs:
Who cares?
who cares
call our cares fears
Coriolanus knows
the fury of foes and the faults
of fools
Of fools
Let us critique:
The ones who bray like mules
Are not as troublesome as those
Who speak.
who speaks
fluent silence
surely draws the listener
but he who speaks fluent noise won't
be heard
Be heard
Black splinter bones
Neolithic spirits
Invisible your fearlessness
Make known
made known
the assurance
dawn comes after the night
repeated patterns of nature
solace
So lace
Your shoes and don
Your hat and start your legs
A-walking. Too nice a day for
Talking
Solace
Sat in a boat
Flirting with hopelessness
Their love was innocent till he
Drowned her
EDIT: Sorry Calidore. Next one starts with "Talking"
Glad to see I type faster than somebody.
Talking:
Blab, babble, chat.
So money does, they say.
But bullsh*t walks they other way.
Ole!
ole!
margaritas!
cha cha and bachata
as we poets dance a tango
of words
Of words
I shall discourse.
And if you but retort,
It's called, politely, "intercourse."
Discuss!
discuss!
sure, if we must
and lust for homework giv'n
though nunneries might well rebuff
i trust
I trust,
The money read.
But when the bust up came,
They dusted off their cuffs and said:
God's dead.