I'm putting on my flowing cape
to contrast against these
skin tight words,
delivering truth, freedom,
beauty, hope,
love, joy, *** war
hate, passion,
and emotional genocide
I'm flaunting my anatomy
in mis-measured feet,
peculiar textual bulges
with evidence of discrepancies,
and wondering why
the mayor won't call me back.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
I'm putting on my flowing cape
to contrast against these
skin tight words,
delivering truth, freedom,
beauty, hope,
love, joy, *** war
hate, passion,
and emotional genocide
I'm flaunting my anatomy
in mis-measured feet,
peculiar textual bulges
with evidence of discrepancies,
and wondering why
the mayor won't call me back.
I don't have any answers to anyone's problems.
Sometimes I like to think I do.
In those moments, I'm sure I seem this stupid.
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