II
And did his rash actions give this prince
Cause, in moments of troubling quietude,
To ruefully ponder on all which could not
Be rewound?
A lamentable lack of honourableness and
Uncemented fortitude
Which brought those crashing towers down;
An inevitability borne from the desperation
Of his passions...
So unlike her own desperate passions contained
Inside the hapless extremities of a single gaze.
Her obvious compliance; the tawdriness of this
Sordid contract enabling an old-fashioned
Demand for dutiful obedience...but still betrayed
By a resigned sort of hopelessness. The futility of a
Guilt; his schoolboy-pawing of the tensioned strap;
Your revulsion; his constant bolstering...the
Belittling with that inane, maddening, witless chat.
BUT THERE’S NO BRASS RING TO REACH FOR
You know what makes my life such a wondrous whirl?
Very little as far as I can think of
Yes, there’s been ladies, women and my first shapely little girl
But I wanted more than just a spiritual love
You know what makes my life a joy?
Nothing that comes to mind
I was ignored when I was a boy
while flames, tears, and disaster is all I’ve ever left behind
You know what makes my life like a carousel?
Nothing I can conjure or envision right now
I know the best amusement park I’ll ever see is hell
And on that Satan took an inflexible vow
No one said that life would be miles of many smiles
My purchase didn’t come with a warrantee
It’s time and tawdriness that hatred defiles
And the best thing about my life sure ain’t me
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
BUT THERE’S NO BRASS RING TO REACH FOR
You know what makes my life such a wondrous whirl?
Very little as far as I can think of
Yes, there’s been ladies, women and my first shapely little girl
But I wanted more than just a spiritual love
You know what makes my life a joy?
Nothing that comes to mind
I was ignored when I was a boy
while flames, tears, and disaster is all I’ve ever left behind
You know what makes my life like a carousel?
Nothing I can conjure or envision right now
I know the best amusement park I’ll ever see is hell
And on that Satan took an inflexible vow
No one said that life would be miles of many smiles
My purchase didn’t come with a warrantee
It’s time and tawdriness that hatred defiles
And the best thing about my life sure ain’t me
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
BUT THERE’S NO BRASS RING TO REACH FOR
You know what makes my life such a wondrous whirl?
Very little as far as I can think of
Yes, there’s been ladies, women and my first shapely little girl
But I wanted more than just a spiritual love
You know what makes my life a joy?
Nothing that comes to mind
I was ignored when I was a boy
while flames, tears, and disaster is all I’ve ever left behind
You know what makes my life like a carousel?
Nothing I can conjure or envision right now
I know the best amusement park I’ll ever see is hell
And on that Satan took an inflexible vow
No one said that life would be miles and many smiles
My purchase didn’t come with a warrantee
It’s time and tawdriness that hatred defiles
And the best thing about my life sure ain’t me
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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