My Cloud By Glory Winzer
Words
Written, typed, inked, filling
The space inside my head, where perhaps there should be something
Other than fantasies that I’m so eager to share with the world
After all, it has so little of its own,
So, you think that’s a bad thing, that it shouldn’t be that way,
That, perhaps, I should get my head out of the clouds?
Well, guess what!
I like my clouds, I like the sky, I like the sun,
And, hey, you hypocrite, get OFF of my cloud
Find someone else to destroy, to tear down.
(Or get your own cloud, there's no sense in ruining others’)
Seriously
My fantasy is my own, though many have shared it
And, by the way, I think that your halo is stuck
On the horns that not even your sinful perm can hide
Now, get off and stay off
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