I was thinking
wondering if black and white
left and right
fine tuning the UHF
To the channel screening analog test
something I like best
before the flat screen progressed
And we all gathered at 9....
for Saturday night live
all your neighbors lined down the street
in unison laughing off their seats
wobbling knees crossed feet
if I dare I silently declare that I never liked Cosby
all the ladies loved Grease
not me.....
who framed Roger Rabbit Bugs Bunny
with a Daisy of a lady
I still don't care about money
I'd give all in my pockets
all my wrenches and sockets
for something funny
And for that smile on the face of my honey.
she's really something.
but that was so long long ago.....
I no longer know....
the moral of the show.......
an hour goes by
nothing's cought my eye
nothing occupies my mind
I don't believe in lies....
waisting of time.....
so I..... go out side.. .
the rat race.....
The carnival ride
what was up
is now down
sad is the happy clown
colors spinning round
this isn't my crowd
laughter in the sound
when we talked
preloaded shotgun shells
choked
the blood
out the throat
you mis spoke
would you like to try again
riding the edge right to defend
what the fragrance in the wind
the cold brought the fringe
peeled the skin of the knuckle
it was cold as fuckcicles
a burn doesn't tickIe
what is the proper way to react
And retain class
after the clash
of you and your secret stash
of the roses you smashed
after they were moments of love
for me that's what it was
once
And when again
round the bend to a time of when
we were more than friends
the story on how that ends
pre and past tense
yes you in the audience
does lonely introduce herself to you
And the show was on how to use
the sky's of blue
as a rouse
clever but untrue
fact checked twice conclude
that any fued
except for a few
can end with one word
And she was a her
moaned and purd
Introvert
we weren't
lifting skirts
backing cookies
bacons burnt
what mornings were
I was preterd
I slurred
And you bid goodnight
took my light
I had before you arrived
I was like just any Other Guy
who wouldn't recognize
the broad side
I never knew if it was hitting or being polite.
politically correct I stand at ease
as southern pollen
descresionally leaves
mist from the drizzle
begin to rust the steal
stealing and sealing the deal
to set aside what I know is real
but the feel
potentially the last meal
that I don't even remember
experiencing surreal
heaven right up until
the consequences of free will
underpaid over billed
what's the agenda reveal
is it worth all your have to kill
to get it
this love shit
but head through the ringer
I mirror my middle finger
target of the trigger
who's hammer is bigger
is the God of Winners
alot like most sinners
who put in vain
lastly thinking your name
when breaks the last chain
the thread in which I stitch
what we've to gain
weved and webbed
loomed the blanket
of our bed
the pillow on the reflective screen
lover that let you dream
that the final scene
was me, being the first to go
long after we got old
that's not how it would unfold
how did this ever fit in to what time is now
where's my town
overpopulated
my little stomping ground....
simple times
oh, and how
obla dee obla dah
went Kah - Pow.
Simple times bye and Bye
static tracking cry.....
what the hell is Wi-Fi...
live on channel five
watch the demise
Special
Prime time
primed wound and wined
tethering the line
glued and meshed together stringy twine
screamed through to combine
to make the glass
lighting finds
that's how we grind.
©akathatguy
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