Pansy Dandelion Ill Behavior
pansy, dandelion, ill`behavior,
nopoe,^shrub_,thistle?
I have no idea
who you think i am or was,
Serotonin, Dopamine, Endorphin?
Could be i'm a Syntax error in line 150.
A Happiness Frequency,
now offering beautiful parting gifts.
Sharing way too much info
in a room called #UFOs.
Neglected, abandoned, disregarded,
ignored and left alone,
unattended in #Hell.
white`noise, poesie, ^truly_, solaris?
Could be i'm a painting hanging in the Stedelijk.
A command !ssh - !dns - !ip - !w - !gline - !time.
It is not wise to share too much
in a room with no joke box.
It only makes doves cry and ramble on
without definite purpose or objective,
from one room to another.
Like a thirsty horse looking for water.
#I_can_t #do_this #without_you
Back to chat - back to reality!
Clearly < i before e > doesn't apply
To us weird trifling triplers.
youtube/viewtubing up on a shelf
looking down at parked Ops
who never change the topic.
I'm missing nilla`vanilla's best friend.
^chopped`liver_ never came around again.
One too many bans i assume - k-lined.
Best light 1000 sticks of incense...
I don't care much who is who?
Not sure why you bother to.
You are the story.
There's a place for you under a bridge.
You're like summer flounder up my grill.
I'm ^Elusive like ~fame and fortune_
You don't need to be so mad
When it's yourself you're talking about to.
^clever_, juniper, jasper,^reveille_?
Bring me back something!
Wave your flag,
Paralichthys dentatus!
Language is a virus from outer space.
Man lost its way when he started chatting.
Working the arrow up or down.
Turning round and round
out of curiosity.
Tuned in to a favorite song.
I can't hear myself think
When the music is not on.
Empty space or the living ocean.
A hydro boost of Hyaluronic acid.
Misgivings or consternation.
Shut up when you're talking to me!
Speak to me only when words fail...
Between joins and parts,
I was messaged a funny by mistake.
Don't ask me why i gave it a reply.
Now, i know i am but what are you?
A compliment fallen on deaf ears?
An acid trip gone bad?
A natural born actor?
Ready or not here we've come.
Hide and peek when it's hard to see.
Outstaying our welcome
while limitations apply,
one room at a time.
Masters and puppets
tangled up in string.
It's no wonder
we can't distinguish a thing.
Copyright © Thresha Reese | Year Posted 2022
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