It began with plagiarism & parroting
Springing obscure quotes
On the simplest of people
Then came the dancing horses
Your Father
Wants you to die
Before he does
Because perfection
Is a joke
& all who strive for it
Are jokers
Not wild
Just christened
In turpentine
& mortar
Trying to survive
Their own demise
Enjoy your friends
Miss them
An old one
Pulled his brush
Out of a jar of Testers paint
& through a vapor
Of modeling glue
Told you
Pragmatism
Always
Beats
Principles
That is just the way it is
In exile
An artist of words
Is scripting
This dour comedy
& accepting gratitude
4 comments:
write on baby
wittgenstein
just wastes my time
but that's not true with you
you showed me mister hyde's
blushing bride
on rue morgue avenue
next next next
that's what she said
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