Another Armchair Moralist

Im talking with nobody listening, see,
front line walking just like a refugee
sentimental, old friend says I'm out of touch
so hard to be gentle when handling the softer stuff
                     
you've seen this face before, You remember the name
in mass-production I, I'm plenty of the same
much more than y'bargained for, now, don't lose your cool in the rush
stripped down n' ribbon bound on arrival the petals are crushed
                   
more than a brother, too dear to bid adieu 
another armchair moralist, the word is not the truth
another armchair moralist, too close to be cut loose
                  
down under the waterline, down in the thick of it
I surrender one last time, although, truly sick of it
my nightmare scenario, yeah, my indiff'rence killer
after I hopping over bedpans go to find him in the mirror
                   
only I and I alone must throw myself to the wire
as you sit on a distant throne, too green for the fire
what will it amount to, in the case that it does not combust
I could do without you only missing the sense of enough
                  
more than a brother, too dear to bid adieu 
another armchair moralist, the word is not the truth
another armchair moralist, he's dear to me, 
                                                                too close to be, 
                                                                      expensively... cut loose
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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March 27, 2015 at 7:42 PM
I love the rhythm of your verse - the ones I have read so far would be excellent performed. [ After I hopping over bedpans] drop the I? I also am fond of the use of repeated phrases. Do not capitalize the beginning of each line. It is WAY old school and your verses are too hip for 'old school' Tennyson you are not, Jay Z maybe. Light & Love
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March 28, 2015 at 10:33 AM
You're right, about the capitals, I need n will look into that. I dunno who jay z is but I imagine it's way past his bedtime. Thanks for your words of encouragement. I'll get around to reading some of yours later.
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