Do not be disturbed If I lack the ability To sugar-coat The beautifully human The tragically human Or If I refuse to try rewrite The book of life
Do not be disturbed By us Mad mischief-makers Us Multi colored misfits Who wander the market place All dressed up With nowhere to go But here
Do not be disturbed By us frenetically tainted Us Silly sprouted beings Who speed the highways On a wild goose chase To wherever
Dearest do not be disturbed If I regurgitate Some heavenly-scented hairball From some holy rap sheet From some wasted wobbling wino Do not be disturbed If I smell a rat and show my teeth
Do not be disturbed By the impending days ahead When some grizzly goon Some long-clawed nimbat Some long-forgotten ghost Coughs up and spits in your face
Of course be disturbed if you must But the days are short and the hour is nigh The time for braggards and barbies Monsters and missionaries For mystery and myth Will soon quietly pass away And you wont be able To hear a pin drop Dearest Do not be disturbed.
The futility of judgement, the unabashed nature of the joker who holds up a mirror .Written around Halloween when it's kosher to display our alter-egos and or disowned parts . The weight of putting up false fronts and then being confronted with the emotional ghosts and goons that hide in the unconscious. Finding my truth within the mayhem