His attitudes defeatist, His posture is defense;
He longs to be accepted;
But He stays behind a fence.
He dodges speeding bullets, He often rides the blinds
He hides behind simplicity;
He’s afraid He’ll be unkind.
He rides a painted pony, as the spinning wheel turns;
Apathy is on His face;
But inside Him worry churns
He searches for attention, on the avenues of life;
He claims He doesn’t give a damn;
But His life is filled with strife.
Inside Him is potential, but life’s a living hell;
He’s living residential;
But country suits Him well.
He rocks to down beat rhythms, He plays a folk type song;
He masquerades as being well;
But He thinks all hope is gone.
He gives attention to indemnities, that are socially required;
He’ll deny all bad intentions;
And announce His guns for hire.
He’s a smoker that plays poker and is nice to everyone;
He’s a spender, He’s a lender;
That takes His chances just for fun.
Do we know Him, can we show him, and is there anything to say;
Can we birth it, is it worth it;
Or do we send Him on His way.
Categories:
indemnities, allegory, imagination, parody,
Form: I do not know?
My love, annihilation of consign
that thee, in aptitude, would frown on mine.
While adaptation vaguely draws the line,
that narrow thrust so vandalizing time.
Lean softly, thee contingent nature's rhyme
against my thought, a broaching matters fine,
staves holding only once in graces' entwine,
foreverness of love, a foul remind.
Indemnities research, cruelties ingest
preponderance so delivering fatal sign,
a faction not allowing heart's impress
outnumbers even reason for its crime.
So gloating, but for glory of conquest,
conviction stalling not this mire's assign,
some anger amplifies as in redress,
while warring carries on in merit's twine!
That bullish aggravate would thee confess,
this mulling captive loves thee with design,
before thy hand moves to refuel express,
admit our love is victim, we its pine!
Categories:
indemnities, passion,
Form: Verse