Walkin on Air
Ancient Annie
Silently ever so silently slight stirrings in your soul belies calmness
displayed on your usual taut pokerface gnarled with anger-scowls and an
unseemly lone dreadful wart reflecting some sort of abrupt defiance that
never really achieved the desired effect one might have surmised wanted
to obscure the irrefragable facts that ugliness can be most apt and hence
intriguing when digested appropriately in relation to the spacetime norm
offered by ground reality we encounter here on our death-valley journey
of course those years have not been too kind all around when one thinks
about bygones and the painful memories elicited contemplating loveless
dramas in banal sequences which have dominated your otherwise so boring
existence gushed from fate flowed awry only to shipwreck on the shoals
of your vacant mind void of imagination or creative impetus just simply
vegetating maintained by the current of routine impulses sent from this
encompassing environment imposed by the insane-asylum where society
locked you up in a prison of their own design ethnically cleansing elected
politically correctness but you never really understood any of their deceit
and I'm so unable to transmit anything of intrinsic value to your conscious
awareness that I only give you whatever love I have left over after being
scrutinized by authorities that prevail and thus dictate my social conduct
to concur with the insatiable megalomania infesting their political egoism
presented as uplifting promises of prosperity with progress and thus peace
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Ancient Annie
Ancient Annie