I Like Zebras But Sometimes the Spit At You
THIS IS A sexth foot GRAVE SITUTALTION
Velvet fell from the SKY ON a Boston day by the bay
Cotton caressed thy lips gentility so that you might sigh
While you tried to convince me you and I could beg to fly
Suddenly uncertainty and fearfulness drew night but I never knew why
Other people opined they were warm yet I was cold
I longed to see my arms open wide for you to thusly hold
The woman who tutored ancient men how to produce gold
No statue crafted of such solemnity to behold
To heartbeats beat as one neither ever to cry
Hand in hand that old man called us lovebirds flying high
And you with gold shimmed with which you vie
When you stole the moon and the good from the word goodbye
The darkened sky stared right at me
And whatever it asked I would caudually comply
They orded me far away in case sharpenel shrapnel should fly
and I never even fu****g found out why
(c) 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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