John G. Lawless ©5/24/2023
I shed the shackles of societal scrutiny Dared to color the Pumpkin purple Finding that one must weigh such actions On the scale of consequences Developed a “cloak of invisibility” Muted and masked my reality Sharpened the spearhead of a N0. 2 pencil Mounted up, lowered my shield, and fled Leaving a trail of “double entendre” A myriad of menacing metaphor The howl of “Limerickian” lunacy A sonorous tone of truth Yet still I bear the shackle scars Soft fears that linger in a being Longing to dull my stinging spearhead Erase the Pumpkin's purple smile
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