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Bualan. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Rory Ian Bualan
He took his time and made his mind,
now he talks in front with spectacles on -
“This is not a way of life - it’s the way I am.”
So the line goes; and being sarcastic
makes him feel good, like a pat on his
He glanced at the sun, noticed it’s early
so he lingers and walks like forever -
“It is not fashion babe, it’s passion!”
So he proclaims! And comments, rants,
insults with pure joy and pride - like
a panelist in one of those ramp realities.
He decided to go. Erased the colors off,
brought the curl down and took it all off.
“This is life - we have to live it garl!”
There he winks and checks for extra
make-up on his face. Then walks out,
away to the center of the city; he walks.
He’s here at last. Two hours late or something…
I can’t take that against him, no - ‘coz it’s him
who taught me how to skinny dip under the stars
and it’s him who taught me how to eat sarcasm.
(…and I’ll gently take the tiara off of him.)