Call me voyeuristic.
I love to watch
These powdered people come and go,
Draped in their gaudy second
Hides,
Capering around in new skins
Dyed
To match the flavor
Of their dispositions.
One, in loose dark shades
Whispers:
Please, just
Let me suffer quietly, unless...
But it stops about there
And so we do.
One, in a skirt painted on an inch below the crotch
Screams:
I know what I've got under here,
And you do too,
And I want you to rip this off me,
But only if you've got the right kind of plumage.
One, in plaid, all stripes and zigs and zags
Chuckles (with a thinly veiled fuck you):
I'll be god damned if I care what you think
And I want you to know it.
But the irony is lost on him.
Like vaudeville,
The show demands a costume,
And we wear our personalities.
Who says I can't judge content by trappings?
Rip the play from the cover, and so goes the binding
And then there's just
A bunch of leaves
Scattered
On the floor.
Rip it all to shit.
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i really like this, im new on here and yours is one of the first ones i read
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Thanks. Anything in particular that you liked?
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Bravo!
Very clever and paints a vivid picture in my mind...I thoroughly enjoyed this write!
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Nice
I enjoyed reading this. It's such a unique writing and done in such a nice way.
My favorite part was the beginning because it set the tone in such a cool way...
"Call me voyeuristic.
I love to watch
These powdered people come and go,
Draped in their gaudy second
Hides,
Capering around in new skins"
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Loved it
I really enjoyed this poem... it was dark and he said "Fuck you" lol jk. my favorite part of the poem was:
"Like vaudeville,
The show demands a costume,
And we wear our personalities."
Keep up the good work!
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clever, very clever...
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