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First Penstroke First Book Since I looked Younger, yet the same Now I take not the blame They played a young boy's game And they say I'm older, maybe tame Older's blah blah, there's no shame In having been around awhile In this body, with a new style Now I smile Only when I want to And I play Only when it feels new You? Don't give it another minute of time now There's a planet's worth of power to reclaim They say, 'quit playing games' 'You must heal now' 'This is serious business' No farting around like clowns Walking down A sidetrack to oblivion Shouting about how much you like denial Shudder inside No pretense of acceptance And all the while On the way to a smile Your tears tango the last dance of death In stillness and stilted forms Smothered in chloroform Get out, go home Ya can't pahk heah Private propitty Of the Crying Ones. copyright 1997-2002 Panjoyah |