Peoplepleasetheydiffer
PeoplePleaseTheyDiffer
PeoplePleaseTheyDiffer
a differ song
Salt And Peepers Yin and Yankee...
all of us are just too many people suffer in the shaded oasises while long knives
wait as ninjas making promises to GOD.
One man smiles his KNOWING at me another shoots them daggers in me they
both make promises that they can't keep me with the horror of they lust. Eye like
children best at how they trust us. A little girl is singsonging and her mother is in
horror at the man for he must HATE the little girl for making noises WAIT this old
man loved it he was never very mean about it but secretly he hummed his
breathe to match the song the little one has hummed. Thinking now only good
thoughts of his GOD and how some people are just young and how they have
that innocence of youth just keep the little girl from growing old OH WENDY
WENDY WENDY please just learn to fly to never ever land with peter pan
and she is making every word she speaks into a rhyme for she is the offspring of
the wine the very poese and this poet the loving daughter of mye mamsie she is
so very in mye heart a world apart but ever near me sometimes she seems to be
left in me in the places next to mother held so dearly one man HARD as stone
another yeilding growing older in the recess of the conquest of his time.
Sometimes it seems this poem could go on forever for this poet would just stay
and type these words forever and hum a differ song. ...yes ewe its for MARY.
Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2007
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