A Choice To Cover MebyJasperMan©
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This next poem was among the many I've written in mind many years ago. It describe the kind of person I am in most respects.
Away are the children
to hide from their heads.
Away from the world
thats under their beds.
Waisted in the talentless nets.
Folly we follow
and folly we commit,
waisted alone in all the talentless nets.
Welcome to the justice bled,
welcome to the jungle fed.
Welcome home thunder and men.
I've a present for you,
you wonderous men,
you murderous hacks,
laying waist to whats in your sacks.
The gift is here,
look closely here.
and cry soft,
look you closely to the end of the sock.
The gift I bare is there.
The wanted man has long longed for such gifts,
so please you.
I've come to delieve the gift.
A mask is here,
With roman numeral places beside the ear.
With paint scoured over the face,
and under the eyes lay fake misspelled names.
"A mask of what?" ask you.
A mask of you, is what the mask is.
A waist of talent,
a bore of baring straight into mistake.
Strife will follow he who wears it.
(Waisted in the talentless nets.)
Many who ware are many who fare,
fare the choice to choose their fate.
Yet fate left such choice upon the table,
offering laid upon the table.
Yet choose a mask to make such choice.
The mask is here upon your face.
The mask is comedy,
the mask is horror,
the mask is sorrow,
the mask is more.
I myself wear such mask,
the mask of fools.
Sorrow is the mask of late,
for it cannot be removed.
I've worn is long so long,
and now wont be moved.
I laugh when I cry,
I laugh when I smile,
I laugh when I dance,
I laugh the fool when alone and crying.
I cannot remove this mask.
Waisted on such talentless nets.
I've worn the mask,
and now you're next.
Written by: JasperMan
Carson City, Nevada.