author - "pytrq wulf"
Seemingly wide toothed
A space between
A periodontal thought
A canker soar of sorts
Stained white teeth
A falsifying smile
A line of non provoking in appearance
Wicked mouth
A mannequin frown
All the things
One should not want to be
Id rather be
All , by , myself.
Talking
Who hears me well..
Communicate
Precisely
The way I… feel
I’d rather talk to myself
All
Day
Long
Then the
Chattering of the crowd
The need to entertain
The ache
For recognition
And……
The universal need to be liked
Id rather be my own
Very best friend
Comfortable
In my skin
Who understands me
Explicitly
Then be in a
“Dead man walken”
crowd
BETTY
Betty gnuze
what a floozy
Oh what a mindless intellect!
Watching her
as I did
Fascinated by her false twit
Boisterous and hard
Seemed like she knew it all
But I knew
Oh I knew
She had no heart at all!!!!
She stood on stage
A shadowed figure
Black and white faded background
And the extreme quieting of the room
Deafening.
One would assume
Her speech would have been of an eloquent nature
Her mouth opened
No words emerged
The audience waited
With bated breath
But the silence of the room
Spoke volumes
What does one say?
When the final door of ones journey
is near to enter
and only memories are left
Perhaps distorted
Perpetual scenes always would occur
As one thinks back
And I
In my child like wonder
Halloween Town
Halloween Town
Dead souls walken around
With out a care
A ghoulish thought
Shuffling round
Stiff necked
With gout
Whose is to say
They know how to fool
The innocents
Preyed upon
Watch yourself
Put the
“Eyes of your understanding on”
Staying calm
Or
Acting the part
“Mishigas”
I hear my mother say
So I
Combine the two
With my “eyes of understanding on”
As the bible
Would tell me so
thoughts on a well known female artist, perhaps as a person, my opinion perhaps not valid and a quick judgement at that on my part, note incredible voice,
Seemingly wide toothed
A space between
A periodontal thought
A canker soar of sorts
Stained white teeth
A falsifying smile
A line of non provoking in appearance
Wicked mouth
A mannequin frown
All the things
One should not want to be
Id rather be
All , by , myself.
Talking
Who hears me well..
Communicate
Precisely
The way I… feel
I’d rather talk to myself
All
Day
Long
Then the
Chattering of the crowd
The need to entertain
The ache
For recognition
And……
The universal need to be liked
Id rather be my own
Very best friend
Comfortable
In my skin
Who understands me
Explicitly
Then be in a
“Dead man walken”
crowd
BETTY
Betty gnuze
what a floozy
Oh what a mindless intellect!
Watching her
as I did
Fascinated by her false twit
Boisterous and hard
Seemed like she knew it all
But I knew
Oh I knew
She had no heart at all!!!!
She stood on stage
A shadowed figure
Black and white faded background
And the extreme quieting of the room
Deafening.
One would assume
Her speech would have been of an eloquent nature
Her mouth opened
No words emerged
The audience waited
With bated breath
But the silence of the room
Spoke volumes
What does one say?
When the final door of ones journey
is near to enter
and only memories are left
Perhaps distorted
Perpetual scenes always would occur
As one thinks back
And I
In my child like wonder
Halloween Town
Halloween Town
Dead souls walken around
With out a care
A ghoulish thought
Shuffling round
Stiff necked
With gout
Whose is to say
They know how to fool
The innocents
Preyed upon
Watch yourself
Put the
“Eyes of your understanding on”
Staying calm
Or
Acting the part
“Mishigas”
I hear my mother say
So I
Combine the two
With my “eyes of understanding on”
As the bible
Would tell me so
thoughts on a well known female artist, perhaps as a person, my opinion perhaps not valid and a quick judgement at that on my part, note incredible voice,