You called ...
When I was wandering lonely as a cloud
Filled with remorse
I had stolen a line of someone else’s verse
Finding refuge in plagiarism
But even worse I believed it to be mine
You found redemption in rejection
Sensing it was my time
Knowing there is a certain continuity
In uncertainty ...I was mouthing nursery rhymes
With both lips pursed
Line by line
You morphed into a mono-maniacal honey bee
Fixating on one single dying honeysuckle tree
You were serendipitously out of sync
With mother earth
Twisted love creates dangerous chemistry
A back-handed sort of die-hard alchemy
Prescribed (to some) shortly after birth
I once played those broken records scratched by a heart of glass
Once believing them ... almost.to be ... great symphonies
But you curse tranquility
Desire soon came to be a burr
Embedded up my ass
... yeah I heard you calling ... I even heard you cry
…heaven knows why it affected me
My god your dramas wear me out!
You are every broken record scratched with broken glass
Your are the burr stuck up my ass
Gifted…?
... without a doubt
But tell me ... if I never really let you in
Just how the hell now do I get you out?
Gold trophy winner
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