- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Blues
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Some times I find
that in my mind
the world just isn't all that kind.
This is just one of my views,
and is what I call 'old news.'
and just another form of blues...
I wake to bleakness, grey skies,
rubbing hard to open eyes..
and tell myself such lovely lies.
I rise to start another day,
not knowing what may come my way..
or what I might do or say.
I hate when someone misunderstands,
a word or gesture of my hands,
so I'm careful of where, either lands.
Day's like this, I walk the fence,
and hope it makes some difference,
or even just a little sense!
I don't agree or disagree,
with anything that's told to me.
It's easier that way, you see.
While others bicker, snarl and spat..
I try my best to not do that,
it's just not me or where I'm at!
Get out the bong and take a toke,
inhale deeply, release the smoke...
then look around...it's all a joke.
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