#blase
Sad songs had their place
In the coming of age,
My songs sound the same
The sound, blase
Sad songs had their place
In the coming of age,
My songs sound the same
My songs are blase.
The answers I need, who do I ask?
Where's my fire?
Where's my immediacy?
The roof is overhead.
The walls surround my bed.
Food in the fridge.
Necessary electricity.
The ends I seek, where do I ask?
Where's my fire?
Where's my face in smoke and mirror?
Sad songs had their place
In the coming of age,
My songs sound the same
My songs are blase.
Where's my face in smoke and mirror?
Where's my face in smoke and mirror?
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC
At my antique womanly age,
I have reached beyond cynicism stage,
I am quite blasé about hyperbole,
Hearsay evidence about chicks like me,
You're wasting your time, unfortunately,
Old bags like me are basically resilient, you see,
I've had 700 billion lovers, it seems,
Plus or minus 10%, is that how you deem?
Contemplation on such matters makes me giggly!
Yes, quite blasé about hyperbole,
You're wasting your time, quite definitely!!!
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC