Poker honour offer bluff:
it isn't that "everything
signifies," it's that no
thing does when you
can't take the fake fake
cough
interrupting your very
best bet. Gone to pot,
gone to seed, gone
wherever you set?
Go to hell, then,
pet. Or?
Better yet, stay right
just where you are okay.
OK?
And sing this lay:
"Have you already missed your shot at one true love?
Have you quit waiting for your second chance to come...?
Have you already given up the ghost of it...?
Have you already traded in your membership.
Hey, there happy. Glad to see me. We
were on to some thing. Bad at good
byes. Worse at white lies. Hey...?
You can't have every thing.
Let's get it over with.
Let's get it over with.
Let's get it over with.
We're here?
Have you reached the point where you know that you'll never change?
Have you figured out why every body else is strange...?
Have you wished for some wah-hunn, to get hit
By a shooting star...?
Have you lost
your illusions of
how nice, you are?
Well, I've still got some. Where's the shotgun? You
can blow them all away. I don't care, really. Seeing
clearly: truth
...is better than they say. Let's
get it over with. Let's get it over
with. Let's get it over with! We're
Here!
Wolf in sheep's clothes.
Bare, beneath, though.
Set: to howl! And growl, and
bah.
So sing it, bay-be. Whatever, may
be.
It's
O.K.
sirrah, sirrah.
Let's get it over with.
Let's get it over with. Let's
get-
."
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Friday, May 24, 2024
Intro to "Let's Get."
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