Poetry
Story of my life
I am/
such a wasteful commotion in time/
plagiarized poetry of fumbling rhymes/
telling the tale of the most ancient crime:/
love has lasted the test of time. Morning stinks in her misty mouth/
as her body moves from north to south/
spiraling bed-spread lay lustful mime/
days to rejoice my melancholic hymn. Up and Go/
I cruise through the town/
celebrate my loyalty like a circus clown/
and return to darkness ravaged, run down/
my everyday story is a merry -go-round. I dine/
with my fiancé and fright/
between darkness and delight/
in candle night/
sipping some savory saga of wine. I waste my breath/
day in and day out/
among estranged faces/
and strange places/
where silence is heard/
loud, aloud. I am lost/
in the nick of time/
telling the tale of the most ancient crime:/
love has lasted the test of time.
such a wasteful commotion in time/
plagiarized poetry of fumbling rhymes/
telling the tale of the most ancient crime:/
love has lasted the test of time. Morning stinks in her misty mouth/
as her body moves from north to south/
spiraling bed-spread lay lustful mime/
days to rejoice my melancholic hymn. Up and Go/
I cruise through the town/
celebrate my loyalty like a circus clown/
and return to darkness ravaged, run down/
my everyday story is a merry -go-round. I dine/
with my fiancé and fright/
between darkness and delight/
in candle night/
sipping some savory saga of wine. I waste my breath/
day in and day out/
among estranged faces/
and strange places/
where silence is heard/
loud, aloud. I am lost/
in the nick of time/
telling the tale of the most ancient crime:/
love has lasted the test of time.
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