Just Sing, My Friend
Inspecting emptied views
Of my tulip glass
The ambience skews
A surreal warping
Turned callously crass
Words lose edge
In distractions gum-up
Jaded rebellion
Heart says give up
I laugh
As another cork erupts
Languages absence
Would thwart the corrupt
Still the drunkards sing
Voices echoed to space
Bellowing ballads
Is man's natural grace
Copyright © Nicholas Rush | Year Posted 2015
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