Undulating Emotions

Undulating emotions are encircling all around Discomboblating and muffling the impression of sounds Retarding the stillness of abiding on smooth ground It's like: What do? I do? Do I Take a walk worn down unshining strapping on buckled high heeled shoe bling Or do I Sit with drooping butt reading unfortunate news of their bust out of luck Do I Flail amid flustering dropping the glass breaking pieced together anew rule? Or do I Watch returning episodes of Cops busting out laughing inside an inebriation with broken down old fools? Do I dye the endings of my pink hair looking in reflective mirrors with a vanity in wear? Or do I Pick apart those strolling around town of unkempt bare faced ugly wearing cloths horribly bent Do I Write poems not punching time clocks at work involved in artistically lyrical musings of attention grabbing Or do I Pic apart someone's art painting on canvas stealing brushes streaking fire igniting criticism unmatched Undulating emotions are encIrcing all around Discomboblating and muffling the impressions of sound Retarding the stillness of abiding on smooth ground