D3sp3rat3 M3asur3s
You see, Desperate
Times call for
Desperate Measures.
Lengths no longer
defined by the kind
of weather.
The shorter the
shorts, the higher
the self-esteem.
and the Longer the
Sag the more Swag
and being oh so
Fresh and so Clean!
12 inch, 18 inch,
24, 36! Even numbers
but are the odd
lengths that ladies
lace front with.
Lace that can be
disassembled by the
small cut of a
stitch to take you
from a "Bad Bitch"
to the most
Dignified Chick.
Long Green. Short
Spending.
Long Lives that are
Shortly Ending.
Selling ourselves
Short for what we
thought was an
Infinite Length.
Worrying about the
Length of our Lives
always takes up too
much time and makes
us Miss the good
times that we always
wish.
Ain't that some
shit?
A Short Sentence
with a Deep Meaning.
A Short Mistake with
a Long Sentence.
Longer Strokes they
say? The more the
Feeling?
But I'm not feeling
nothing but the
shortness of
emotions, so I'm
trying to get out of
this Predicament.
I could make this
poem longer but
would that give it
more feeling?
And with this short
sentence I end it
"It's Finished."
Copyright © Justin Taylor | Year Posted 2014
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