Freak-Out Jive
Freaks in costumes,
Guised under normalcy
Amongst their own--
Making peacocks to
Appear as paupers--
Disheveled & unrivaled
In this world of their own.
Smoke escapes plasticity;
Drenched with green
Up against the night sky
Out against the city's contour.
Escaping as time
Once escaped with
Their noble youth.
Time surely aged them--
That vile vandal,
The one poets scorn..
Surely she would take
As she can accord;
But then, is it
Not man that leads a romp?
If time is the dance
Then fun is the tune.
Cascading the masquerade
Transcending any law--
Of logy memory.
One must make query:
What dreams await death's bed
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