No, Not Really
Gonna miss the days
of those scathing diatribe rants
Gonna miss duh daze
of that diss-gruntled miscreant
Ask me
what is my most fond
memory, silly
Waxing poetically
‘bout the wretched fall
of genteel civility
Ask me do I believe
what my repressed heart
pain edit shows me
No, not really
Gonna miss the nights
of those backward scroll bark tweets
Gonna miss duh sights
of that carny clown moonwalk deeds
Please ask me
what be my bosom best
selfie safekeep, silly
That cherished chain
‘round my neck
Which give my fetter thoughts
slumbering liberty
Ask bluebird me,
as I pillow drop in free fall ease
Ask soaring sigh me
‘fore I rain cloud drift to sleep
What is my most favorite
bedtime story, silly
It’s Snow White tenderly caring
for black swan me
It’s such a beautiful celluloid freeze,
this imaginary empathy
brings much tears to my wry cheeks
Gushing romantically
‘bout the downtrodden rise
of Pharaoh sensitivity
Ask me do I believe
what this broken heart of mine
REM knit telly me
No, not lullaby really
Wouldn’t it be wonderful
to live in a
wintry dream alternate reality
11-13-20
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2020
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