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Should have studied other angles,
squares and circles, tangled my teeth,
and the slight dangle and droop of my jaw,
should provide you with some reassurance about what you saw...
through with that dull blade,
churning up the soil with a sharp spade,
but I am the jack of clubs, the queen of defeat,
the king scrubs from head to feet.
At least in certain pretense,
allowed at whoever's expense...
can pay the tab,
can say I'm mad...
at their convenience and leisure,
look me over with search and seizure,
until I convulse no more,
until I rise up off the floor,
with that same look in my eye,
you saw the first time you swore I was prepared to die,
but that wouldn't be according to plan,
not until my castle made of sand...
meets the waves and the sea,
not until I meet the destined to be she...
Her or his,
a student to be dismissed,
for inappropriate suggestion or behavior,
for a point they failed to belabor...
long enough to generate intelligent response,
without sufficient time allowance,
because we failed to do our chores,
like the 9 year old we were when we decided we didn't care anymore.
Careless and carefree,
satisfying and satisfactory...
at the beginning of the assembly linees you never see a finished product,
are we making, for the kids toys,
or for the army, rockets
would we seek employment elsewhere if we found out the latter,
could we decifer before from after,
cause from effect,
obedience from respect,
discipline from neglect?
Sustaining selling-out,
retaining water from the spout,
conserving for the grass,
our own private stash,
or nutrients and nutrition,
giving static to the statisticians,
and leaving us with a remainder,
without the unknown and with all the danger.
Existence is better knwoing that eventually we won't,
that we will make clear what we do and don't,
doesn't make much sense with all the pieces isolated,
so who will keep this puzzle together among the disgruntled and dilapidated...
I'm exasperated...from even trying,
chastised for being honest about my lying,
quantifying numbers and facts,
with faith that if I ever double back,
I'll pick it all up where I left off,
where I should've given it another shot,
another stab in another direction,
this mirror shows no accurate refelction...
of what I envisioned in this crystal ball,
from the bedrooms to the attic walls.
I'm looking for something no one lost,
covered in dew in the spring, in the fall frost,
now covered in snow I'm buried until a thaw,
but you still want reassurance from what you saw.
Believing me is believing your own eyes,
through my fronts and pitiful disguise,
you make out a frail figure with hands open to what will,
whether fertile land or landfill,
long overdue to accept what I've been given,
late fees need to be paid for this life worth livin',
renewed in spirit and body,
checking out in the lobby...
and I shant return anytime soon,
if anyone calls tell them I'll be back by noon...
I said, with a chuckle,
turned on my heels with a crack in my knuckles,
and a gleam in my eye and a bounce in my step....
Out into the sun I crept.
squares and circles, tangled my teeth,
and the slight dangle and droop of my jaw,
should provide you with some reassurance about what you saw...
through with that dull blade,
churning up the soil with a sharp spade,
but I am the jack of clubs, the queen of defeat,
the king scrubs from head to feet.
At least in certain pretense,
allowed at whoever's expense...
can pay the tab,
can say I'm mad...
at their convenience and leisure,
look me over with search and seizure,
until I convulse no more,
until I rise up off the floor,
with that same look in my eye,
you saw the first time you swore I was prepared to die,
but that wouldn't be according to plan,
not until my castle made of sand...
meets the waves and the sea,
not until I meet the destined to be she...
Her or his,
a student to be dismissed,
for inappropriate suggestion or behavior,
for a point they failed to belabor...
long enough to generate intelligent response,
without sufficient time allowance,
because we failed to do our chores,
like the 9 year old we were when we decided we didn't care anymore.
Careless and carefree,
satisfying and satisfactory...
at the beginning of the assembly linees you never see a finished product,
are we making, for the kids toys,
or for the army, rockets
would we seek employment elsewhere if we found out the latter,
could we decifer before from after,
cause from effect,
obedience from respect,
discipline from neglect?
Sustaining selling-out,
retaining water from the spout,
conserving for the grass,
our own private stash,
or nutrients and nutrition,
giving static to the statisticians,
and leaving us with a remainder,
without the unknown and with all the danger.
Existence is better knwoing that eventually we won't,
that we will make clear what we do and don't,
doesn't make much sense with all the pieces isolated,
so who will keep this puzzle together among the disgruntled and dilapidated...
I'm exasperated...from even trying,
chastised for being honest about my lying,
quantifying numbers and facts,
with faith that if I ever double back,
I'll pick it all up where I left off,
where I should've given it another shot,
another stab in another direction,
this mirror shows no accurate refelction...
of what I envisioned in this crystal ball,
from the bedrooms to the attic walls.
I'm looking for something no one lost,
covered in dew in the spring, in the fall frost,
now covered in snow I'm buried until a thaw,
but you still want reassurance from what you saw.
Believing me is believing your own eyes,
through my fronts and pitiful disguise,
you make out a frail figure with hands open to what will,
whether fertile land or landfill,
long overdue to accept what I've been given,
late fees need to be paid for this life worth livin',
renewed in spirit and body,
checking out in the lobby...
and I shant return anytime soon,
if anyone calls tell them I'll be back by noon...
I said, with a chuckle,
turned on my heels with a crack in my knuckles,
and a gleam in my eye and a bounce in my step....
Out into the sun I crept.
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