pygmalion
Mike Cava
back at 8
should i appreciate?
there is no time
to stop on a dime
i need to die
for life was not
so good to me
there ought to be a rhythm
for me to sing
that brings me joy
and harmony
can i be one
with the golden sun
to melt away
to yesterday
when time was still
and love was everywhere
in trees and plants
not in your pants.
there comes a time
when no rhythm and rhyme
can stop the pain that
is always in line.
once i finish this stupid
poem
i'll shower and ready
to see a movie.
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