A Poem Inspired By Two Minutes
you tell me whatever's fair
my rebuttal to you is without flair
we bask in the lost wonder of anyway
no muscles are flexed, and it's two minutes later
staring at the moon in deep conversation
i wonder if the apex of our love is descending due to constipation
i am past iffy and am now good friends with surewhen
no grunts of benevolence, and it's two minutes later
understood are we of our normalcy
we shine up the monotony by cleaning it thoroughly
you are way past tolerance and both feet over halfway into done deal
no frolicking in in any sweet sticky puddles, and it's two minutes later
now the truth patents its methodical expressions
this is by far the most dire of all our great depressions
bags and boxes belittle once brilliantly sculptured brains
no more essential scents of inspiration and reaasurance, it's two minutes till good as gone....
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