Being whole is frowned upon
Like the sun showing its face
To winter at dawn post-mature
Staying late, until dusk
A deal is a deal, let no man
Enter the tavern tea-totaller
Defeating the objective stand
Of the establishments' order
I would have expected more
From the priest, holy, holy oh thy holy
But in times as these the dog colour
Comes off and in a sea of people
On stampede of rage as free fall
It is hard to tell who would notice
The cliff before all goes tumbling down
Let us all die blind, save your virtue
Keep your innocence from view
Being whole is frowned upon
Such cutting prose, so well done.
ReplyDeleteOh, this resonates with me.
ReplyDeleteIt is hard to be whole these days!
Magic in these words and a reminded!~
This reminds me of some people who are open and kind when you have sadness but don't they can't rejoice with you. I enjoyed reading this aloud just for word sake.
ReplyDeleteAs I read I hoped that you'd repeat the first line as the last, and you did! Wonderful construction.
ReplyDeletethis is why I am so happy to follow your blog this is outstanding work, no not work creativity. "A deal is a deal, let no man Enter the tavern tea-totaller " fabulous ambiance!
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