My mother wanders into the fancy party,
A bull in the china shop,
Her eyes are saucers as she watches
Waiters enslaved to the night
Unidentified identities lie behind masks
She's afraid
Not unsmart she repeats
Not uncultured
Not uncivilized
Not un (is) not un (is) not un (is)
A meter, a harmony, a rhyme
Meaning inherent
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
My mother wanders into the fancy party,
A bull in the china shop,
Her eyes are saucers as she watches
Waiters enslaved to the night
Unidentified identities lie behind masks
She's afraid
Not unsmart she repeats
Not uncultured
Not uncivilized
Not un (is) not un (is) not un (is)
A meter, a harmony, a rhyme
Meaning inherent
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