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Devious


why is it
there's quite
never enough
fun
and when you've run through it
you'd like another field
of it?

I am defiantly
unabashed
I can have fun
without too much cash...
but mostly
I prefer the sort
that is free.

I've been accused
of becoming a child
my hair all a-tangle
Miss-managed and wild.
My eyes all a-gogging,
my singing and laughing
not mild.

Oh why oh why does
this woman never behave
there's time enough
to do that in the grave
until then...
I'm going to be devious
and defying the norm.

I'll have my fun
aberrant and not like
the rest of the swarm.
It will be cheap.
It will be the song of the Lark.
It will be far-flung.
A little rakish and sometimes dark.
And I will not care what I compare
to what others have done.

Its glorious to no longer care
to fit in with the
permanent press sent
oh please spare me
from that dull fate.

I've got a date with devious.
Time's running late.
Time is for my now.
Time is for fun.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS FROLIC/POEM 11:28AM PST
4/9/2019 AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD






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