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some must have a label
for certain others to understand without the label they not able to see the person at hand some people need a place for art to be seen and shown without this perfect spot and pedigree they're not as inspired being truly convinced that all art must have its proper place, its proper home some people when they meet must wear the proper gown and go to all the right spots and malinger only in the best place in town some people wouldn't know a fine poem if it slapped them in the face some people wouldn't see the beauty in a river or a mountain or in an ordinary face unless it was surround with a frame some people wouldn't know a friend or be able to share a simple meal in a church basement with others who hadn't bathed for awhile or seen a dentist annually or took a cruise and owned a Glockenspiel I don't always like some people I try to do my best I know they're full of compliance I am patient with their tests Some people cause much too much chaos Some people are too fond of control and death and war I think I'm going to stop this poem now and forget those people and begin touting peace and push some people and their ideas out the door they can live on the flat earth eat with the right people dress in black tie and satin gown they can see pretty pretty pictures in nice expensive frames and be scrubbed and spiffed up and guffaw and cajole one another act as if they'd won the Oscar be the perfect clowns I'll take my chances with the Imperfect we'll get along just fine living as the day decides and comes not worrying about wasting time would you like to join us get rid of your phones and your games and your painted on ghoulish grins would you like to feel real and not plastic anymore all you have to do is breathe and dream a stream of consciousness kind of poem legal copyright for this poem 6:09Pm 7/1/2019 time and date stamped and also for this writer/poet/author Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title: Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-A-World Vote for this poem |
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