One Last Billboard
So many billboards placed around you
and the trailer played in your head time and time again.
But denial disguised himself as belief
while it stood as your counselor
to think a Bull will someday become a Lion.
No one has hit perfection
and no one ever will do so
but there are wrongs worth of great attention
and some turn-offs worth judging.
You stick around with your own created glue
then you alone can liquefy its sew.
How long would it take
to read the writing from a board
and marker with the same colour?
To see how nature forms dry waters?
To hope for physic’s invention of hot ice?
Or test the reality of a black leaf?
Zero billion, a million more times is still zero.
That is how it is if you try
imposing faithfulness on a man with a boy’s heart.
Think of the possibility of a celibate Casanova
and know the exact depth of the pit you’ll land into
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