Forced Fun
got no need for artificial
in this place, got no need
for smiles when there’s nothing
to smile about---not saying that
there’s not bliss…but what we
want, what we want is TRUE
bliss, what we want is to sip
the nectar that comes from
the small things! what we need
is the warmth that comes from
a good friend’s hug, what we
want is a long time coming &
we stand at the command,
you & i, one in the same &
while we be wallowing in the
trenches,
you know we’re dancing to the
same beat---
you know deep deep down, we’re
dancing to the same beat &
though tomorrow may be gone &
though it all might burn up a
disastrous pyre in the next hour,
don’t be the kind of tyrant that lays
down the law, that makes ya walk
the line when ya done nothing wrong,
for you & i are only here but for a
moment & then POOF, we be gone,
but right now we’re carbon stepping
atop the very light of the brightest
Autumn day, just carbon shaking hands
with carbon, waiting for the axe to drop
& dodging bullets, but ya got to know
that demanding that it all be good 100%
of the time is a form of authoritarian
massaging that can only bring
unhappiness when eventually the lie
wears off, cause’ they always run out
(may be able to manufacture as quickly
as you can blink, but…), they always
run out & so right now, right as of
now, we be dancing to the same beat,
tip-tapping to the real feelings that come
when spontaneously combusted by
events that call for it, burst after
burst, after burst!
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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