Society encourages you to be a box, square or star.
Fool them all. Be a unicorn, prancing around, tossing monkeys into Jupiter.
The status quo wants to pigeonhole you. Use your jet pack. Fly to the moon.
Throw stars down and clonk them on their silly heads.
Your family likes to make fun of you; some apologize for your brightness.
Take your intelligence far far away to Ever-Ever-Land; nurture yourself gladly.
Fools like to tell you how wrong you are; bray at them with donkey teeth.
Run to the ocean and become a blue whale.
Swim to Alaska. It’s the least you can do.
The Manzanita clacks in
gelid breezes
like the clap of clacking bones.
Reddish painted branches
reach their grey, bent shadows
on stone from
hulking, brewing
drifting welkins.
Peeling, crackled, weathered
bark
grasp, grind and intertwine
gnarled fingers as they rasp and clonk.
Silhouetted by the yawning flame
dipping low,
dances the macabre branches,
on a stage glacial white with
winter snow.
Happily piling in,
The discount store games begin
tis the season to be jolly but
Dont ****ing touch me!-
beneath the holly
I dont know where that mouths been
and look at those clothes!
thrift store threads, what hideous throws!
Clank clonk clank, duh
dribbling dance, but i wont get on the dance floor and
Cut a rug!
Im far too fly of a fashion bug
Hairs exquisite down to the longitudinal strand
ha did you see last night reality show?
Come up with phantoms
Sphinxes, and gargoyles-
The honest are misleading
Succubus lies in recline
And snickers at it all
While her parasol protects her
Cuz the demons dont like the sun at all
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