Why Is It "O.K."?
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The power to feel so content
While pissed off at the same damned time
That ev'rything
__isn't right
The make-believe thoughts of college years
Moving past my would-be peers
__at the speed of "slow"
Slow enough to holler a cat call to
A dirty little prostitute or two
The knowing that it just feels so wrong
But not knowing how to carry on
I'm cornered into acceptance
__of every situation I'm put thru
Near the likes of me
__it's no good
Took a look at time I spent
__perched up on a bench
____blowin' clouds
______like Mickey Mouse
________on a rampage
__________trippin' over strings of spaghetti
I'm not done
I'm more than ready
Ready to tear my own hea off
And run down thee ally ways
Just let the poison reach me
Here
__where I am
Here
__I'm a man
There
__not so much
I've been toyed with so much
__over there
____that it makes be a boy
So slap the silliness off
__of your own damned face
Because you look so silly
__with your mind gone to waste
I'll chop the rest of you up for you
Since you can't even do that right
And in thee end
__you'll be just like me
"A freak on a short leash
Like a pet bein' malnourished"
To the death we will fight
And one of us will die
But who's to ay it's either you or I?
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12-13-'15 #1
D. L. Cannon
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