Could I Be Meowing Down The Wrong Wabbit Hole?
The thoughts in my mind are long over due
I'm in a trap with my said and dos
Barbed wire has been hanging my head on a fence
No such madness can be the greatest said trap
A dead mouse can gather no points of rain
Sprinkled with Mace in a sour due dripple
Rippling thru the tides of the times
Used to make nothing hesitate
Being still in motionlessness
Is gravely endangering the time being
That prickles the cheese holes on cheddar blocks
Manatees pierced my heart for the pomputaion
"Lost" is a word used too often
To describe everything in my life
I've dropped the ball
Head long in sedation
But forever tied up like raining "fruit"
I've staggered at the use of that word too
Could I belong to such a you?
You've put me in a trance of forgetfulness
Slaughtered my heart with your tone of voice
I shan't love you anymore
But I will
For my insides have not got their fill
I'm all for a new lady
Since you'll never be my baby
But forget that I remembered
And I'll be the loss of you
D. L. Cannon
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