Tuck into your suit and power. Stand tall amongst dwarves. The ditsy mistress polishes the pleather Fake sheen, fake ****. Fake smiles, fake gits. Cheesy grins all round, Lap up that cheeky cheddar cheese. Now onto desert.
It was like cigars on the air vents Of a toddler's room The coiling smoke of regrets And the crooked sounds and numbing Songs of an old guitar Barfing tunes that nobody's ever heard before Only a time where everyone had ears to listen He sat upright in his white chair Taunting the clouds with his raunchy Etudes of longing frustration It was an appointment. He tried to look presentable but Failed miserably.
Woke up Sunday morning Put on my Sunday best, 'Cause I didn’t want to go And look different from the rest. When the meeting was over Was among the first to go. Made a beeline home Put on some comfy clothes.
Every weekday I work Must wear a suit and tie Feels so **** confining It makes me wanna cry By the time my shift is over Tell you goodness knows Can’t wait to get on home Put on some comfy clothes.
Comfy clothes are great Doesn’t matter what the season. Just can’t quite explain it There is no rhyme or reason. But if you feel uptight, Don’t know which way to go, Things will get a little better You put on some comfy clothes.
You broke the law, but you did not know that; The law too does not care if your ignorant of it; You have a gutter for a mouth that is offensive; A deformation law suit is the soap to clean it. My Lord, if it pleases you may I ask why I am in the dock on my left if am the complainant? Counsel, warn your client; it seems he too has a Gutter for a mouth that a court contempt can clean. My Lord, if we are starting on the wrong foot I beg to differ; may I withdraw the law suit; Complainant, for wasting the court’s time you are Sentence to seven hours of community service without fine. Any complain about the bench is a Kamikaze law suit for the affairs of mankind are affairs of emotions.
I think is so cliche to say a poem came to me, but at times it is the only right word that fit in poetry. Same with this work i hope it make senses like it did to me when writting it.
If you’d like me to, I would change my world view, I’d lift back up the veil, And learn to see in Braille, I would cut out my tongue And leave some songs unsung, I’d go to bed at a reasonable hour And adopt some face that isn’t sour, I’d work a nine to five like the best of them Till the lights inside go dim, Get a little overtime, Follow the established paradigm, It’s not so big a deal, So I will make no appeal, I’ll put on a suit and tie And wait my turn to die.
I was chosen by chance The moment fate took a bite The start of my story Was the end of his life I felt unworthy and confused Running farther from the fight I wasn't scared of the dark I was more scared of the light That focused on my failures Weighed by greater expectations I was ****** into the web Of my own frustration I want to run and hide Just to escape it all Forget what fate has given me All of my fears and all of my falls This mask that holds a legacy Wasn't able to mask a novice Because this suit held a hero And I wasn't suited for this promise
The date The train is left It runs very fast Who can stop? I have an appointment A date with who I loved I wore the most New and expensive one Of my well-made suit I had troubled As I lost my tempered When I remembered her shiny Smile that was seen Over her shiny Lips I could hardly tie my neck tie Which I tied before in ease My hands trembled in fast What had happened to my tempers? When I wore my shoes I suddenly saw my socks Beside on the carps What a luck I became very smart I walk out in fast The rain was downed I still smiled But a speedy car passed It distributed the water Everywhere like storm I had bad storm I was downed I remembered one Told if you want To get high rank You must be patient And able to ascend the mount I must be patient As I remembered her face Shining with elegance I went back I washed up In fast as I could I wore another one The time spent As the blink of the eye I tried to stop a car To transport me so far The cars were busy What a bad luck! Finally I found one I took it in fast Argued the driver to run To get the train before he had gone The driver drove not fast I argued him with weak sound He told he couldn't As the land filled with water He hardly controlled the car I looked to the heaven The sky was filled with dark What a bad luck I prayed to my God? You know I don't want harm Please help me my lord! Finally I was in The watch moved Clicked with high sound I became in puzzle Which sound was heard The watch or my heart sound I stayed on the chair Beside the window I wiped it to have a look To green garden to compare With her wide eyes Which looks good I opened my note Looked at my watch Asking my heart "Why she didn't come?" The time for the train came To move up The moving is like a death Comes on time without late Not be stopped even By the walls High and strong Even the doors are closed But it did know his road I opened my note book To look why she is not Here up till that time She didn't be late I adjusted my time On her time as she did She looked like have an adjust clock With her body as I thought She walked up the **** On the morning to wake up the sleeping She walked the birds To sing harmony songs She went to her work On adjust time without late Why didn't she come? Here is the time I wrote and keep on my heart I reminded it every moment Here is the respond Oh! Oh! What luck I opened the small letter That it might be sent But I forgot for my happiness Or speed, or my thoughts Who could stop that? Or could return the time? To send that letter To meet my lover The time is passed As the train passed My love was lost