Bora born
Men don't walk _
On a boardwalk of silly walks you see those
people eaters terra formed in strange places.
The white shoe brigade descends from high rise suites
of entitled life styles built on fear of not
having enough, so goes the spiritual death.
Womens' lycred bulbous bottoms, their largess
seldom checked by patterned behaviours still born.
Males ditto, body themed with verandahs built
over toy shops lose sense of how to walk with
no shoulder swing to attract females divine.
So it goes when lifestyles of opulence feel
no correspondence with lost baby crawl brains.
Swing those arms, rock those shoulders to give life a
chance to keep body song supple devoid of
dementias' slow never ending surreal grind.
- O -
© 2nd may 2022 _ Ioan James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
people eaters terra formed in strange places.
The white shoe brigade descends from high rise suites
of entitled life styles built on fear of not
having enough, so goes the spiritual death.
Womens' lycred bulbous bottoms, their largess
seldom checked by patterned behaviours still born.
Males ditto, body themed with verandahs built
over toy shops lose sense of how to walk with
no shoulder swing to attract females divine.
So it goes when lifestyles of opulence feel
no correspondence with lost baby crawl brains.
Swing those arms, rock those shoulders to give life a
chance to keep body song supple devoid of
dementias' slow never ending surreal grind.
- O -
© 2nd may 2022 _ Ioan James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
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Men don`t walk _
Men don`t walk _