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The wearing of a simple(tons) hat
vogonpoetbythelake
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The wearing of a simple(tons) hat
That’s not a hat it’s a life style!
How easily the ego is embed(dead) with fashion
Doesn’t mean that much to me? Does it mean that much to you?
Vacillating between the joy of seeing it on
Others expression, held back, creeping smile
Across the faces lightening reaction
Perceptible in twitches, guffawed gasp at another’s unfortunate choice of apparel
Still laughing with the stars anyway
Expectation’s a ticking time bomb
The bombs away to no-thing
All fun and games ‘til someone loses an eye
Pirate’s patch makes good on the repair
Texas mickey eases the pain
Once it is drained, the empty bottle makes for the friendly giants massive recycling days
Clamor of tinkling tomes, the vino has veritas
In heady hangovers love is dangling out of reach
Precariously perched, knocked over by a thread
Un – read leaves open the possibility to full
Bloom, or gardens all ready reaped in the fall
F
A
A
A
A
L
L
L
L
L
I
N
G
In love, already, in love
Moist memories awaken the longings
Fuel the day, gas can at the ready
To prime the pumps and now for another hat
To be worn out side the doors of my meager if not fair to middling
Perceptions take on me
That’s not a hat it’s a life style!
How easily the ego is embed(dead) with fashion
Doesn’t mean that much to me? Does it mean that much to you?
Vacillating between the joy of seeing it on
Others expression, held back, creeping smile
Across the faces lightening reaction
Perceptible in twitches, guffawed gasp at another’s unfortunate choice of apparel
Still laughing with the stars anyway
Expectation’s a ticking time bomb
The bombs away to no-thing
All fun and games ‘til someone loses an eye
Pirate’s patch makes good on the repair
Texas mickey eases the pain
Once it is drained, the empty bottle makes for the friendly giants massive recycling days
Clamor of tinkling tomes, the vino has veritas
In heady hangovers love is dangling out of reach
Precariously perched, knocked over by a thread
Un – read leaves open the possibility to full
Bloom, or gardens all ready reaped in the fall
F
A
A
A
A
L
L
L
L
L
I
N
G
In love, already, in love
Moist memories awaken the longings
Fuel the day, gas can at the ready
To prime the pumps and now for another hat
To be worn out side the doors of my meager if not fair to middling
Perceptions take on me
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this kills it
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce