Misbehavin
Over the mending wall to freedom.
Cross clover oceans waving.
That's where I'll find my kingdom,
if i could only quit misbehavin'
Those outlying tails of "not normal"
upset the sixty-six percenters.
We could be less formal
and say "Grand Sheeple Prize winners"
We've strayed from Summer Breezes,
propelling memories like framed pressed plants.
Wafting scent gardens of "need no reason"
Dinner Bell song crescendos into a stoic dance.
Future progress in vibrant relief
Path lined with fake fire flame
Dark shadowy benches I seek
To ponder man's unholy game.
Cross clover oceans waving.
That's where I'll find my kingdom,
if i could only quit misbehavin'
Those outlying tails of "not normal"
upset the sixty-six percenters.
We could be less formal
and say "Grand Sheeple Prize winners"
We've strayed from Summer Breezes,
propelling memories like framed pressed plants.
Wafting scent gardens of "need no reason"
Dinner Bell song crescendos into a stoic dance.
Future progress in vibrant relief
Path lined with fake fire flame
Dark shadowy benches I seek
To ponder man's unholy game.
This Poems Story
Seems like we scrutinize everything about everything and miss what is abundant about us.
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