Back To B

let's start straightforward with an A and always be cool and demure that way whisper nonchalantly what we have to say of alpha to omega between bourgeoisie 'cause cool is cool 'n' hip-hop is hip even if the straights can't get a grip and pointedly roil with pointless guilt trip to turning feng shui and sipping green tea the patricians will try to be your killjoy but play it cool boy - don't be a stool boy you can be yourself here - sit back 'n' enjoy picking fruit from your own berry tree 'cause the world has always been that way old versus young with new lines to say but it's really the same old verses to play all bring experiences to life's tree you sit, maybe stand and take in these words maybe muse, WTF, the whole notion's absurd the slope of your slant is patently heard in your own sensibility to a tolerable degree the universe is full of universal unknowns yet naturally, we try to clone our own zones still my mind is mine alone, ain't no bones but everyone's here to live life ostensibly so we work a way through our shared alphabet and glean from our lives, all we can get experiences and desires, our appetite to whet always returning to what will be, will be © Goode Guy 2013-06-16 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/240206