…falsely chosen?…falsely spoken?
They speak with vigor,weaving a tantalizing maze,running with abandon,leaving me behind and lost.
We don’t fail when we lose,..when we fumble,….when we fall.
Am I an artist,or a peddler of pain,are the words I write genuine,or distasteful and rotten?
The flowers have no fragrance,the food’s grown stale,the comedies are dull,the sky dim with gray,this is a mire,this is my…
I heard the words,found their meaning,knew their cause,but failed in understanding.
Take your pop culture and go away,I don’t need your overpriced clothing,I don’t watch your campy TV shows,I won’t…