Grow Up and Run Away

Poetry of life

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A burden
no-body can want
in the big scene-r-y
Little minds
with inferior
notes,

Surrounded by talent
with nothing up top
that could earn the respect
of a common-sense
vote.

The version that
brings on a shrug
and a sigh and
a warm cup of tea
in a cheap plastic
mug,

A burden while
watching the news
and not hearing a thing
and complaining of
weather and
fog.

The great uneventful
are breathing
Disturbing the fringes
and cursing
Let’s put them
to sleep,

This diet our
lovers ingest
Always going a length
for some
shriveling flesh
of disease.