We Are All Cursed: Ain't Nothing You Can Do
by @nat-lipstadt
You Gonna be Cursed, Ain't Nothing You Can Do...
*Dedicated to those who understand
That if you look at life askew,
Then your head will likely be
Screwed on straight and your
Poetry will set you free
And help me too, stay that way*
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**You are refrained, restrained,
Unconsciously, the wire inserted right thru
Your eyes when wide awake and
You sucker, oblivious, clueless are...**
When older you'll blah blah blah,
Understand, realize,
Cause you will be accursed
With cautionary tales,
Wisdom from cowardly fools,
Familiar with the stupor of life,
a/k/a, experience,
Symptom but one, over-caution.
With the caution that comes from
Stubbing your toe, losing your job oh no,
Getting stoned the night before before,
The most important day of whatever more,
Marrying the wrong woman cause,
You can't find the one with secret sauce
Enlivening your boredom with a secret whoredom
To anything but her, you, a not-so-secret serf.
Go the safe school,
Or pretend you're a rebel with pink streaks,
But that's b.s. too, self deluding
Real rebels only come one way,
Demeanor modest, keep your eyes on the
Quiet ones who run around happy when raining.
Cockeyed, squint, then you'll see it straight,
screw you, experience,
You take so much more than you give,
But most of us asses don't know it till is
Gad damn way too late.
Preaching cause I am the fool
Biggest, sacrificed 30 years of misery
Afraid to apple cart, slept alone for decades,
Till I found the right one who before you,
Here, have embraced, repeatedly.
So when read your heartbreak hotel songs,
So weary-laden, no future foreseen,
Think of this, the only pain,
This heart break of failed love
Y'all write of, so oft,
Is the chiefest exception to this curse.
Live and love are one and the sane,
Love lose pain love again, dangerously,
Do it over and over, unstintingly,
Get experienced, but never cautious,
Fail, fail, never cease to be edgy.
**In this endless struggle stay involved,
No pause button, no recess,
For when the love accident happens,
There are no words I possess to
Adequate communicate,
The euphoria of having thrown caution
In the garbage can, next to its bastard cousin,
Experience.**