Plaque
The lone star rolls up on the little rock
From his state of my way, highway ego
He scoffs at the inconvenience of a road
And at the X, tells me which way my bow ought to go
So I sat and saw
How I could have my twinkie and eat it too
How I could have legs like stilts and still
Trip over a high school sized pebble in my shoe
What's one girl's opinion gonna do?
His praise of God is best done through boast
As a man full of air, with no son and no Ghost
He cries out "Jesus!" In vain
And is only Christ-like in name
There is no err in his ways,
Only existing sin is taking blame
Because it's his charges that kill him
Not the verdicts made in His courts
I am glad to spend one day in his house
So I can be glad for the thousands elsewhere
I don't need some secretary
Telling me my shortcomings made another man sick!
his illness was bred by being on-fenced for the freedom of his ventilations
In acting sour while believing he's forced to be sweet
In choking on his Freudian horror
While maintaining to appear so perfectly neat
So I sat and stared
At a man claiming to be ignored in one facet
And rear-kissed in another
At a man who dangled expectations above head
And likely hid secrets from his brother
At a man with a wall of success
And yet a man who can prove
That even in excellence
You still lose
What's one boy's opinion gonna do?
Copyright © Laurel Evergreen | Year Posted 2023
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