Reaching for the door he stumbled and fell
Under his prone body, the earth danced and shook
Maybe it was the rum shots of rum, but he then saw a painting fall
Being of not-so-sound mind, he laughed at the irony
Liquid courage surged through his veins as he managed to stand again
Except that’s when the house fell around him, so he joined it and cried.
What clothes you have on dictate how society views you
Even though they claim it’s what’s underneath that’s important
And that’s why he was going to his job interview in an old Nirvana t-shirt and jean shorts
Realizing that what mattered above all else was being the CEO’s son
Focusing on optimizing the entertainment value
Unless it meant being too competitive
Not in it for the trophies, but for the laugh lines
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Bring on all that smoked pork awesomeness
And let me eat till I want to oink
Can I get an amen, my piggy people?
Oh you might say I am a hog for engorging myself on the crispy pieces of heaven, and you would be correct
Now that being said, does this desire make me a cannibal?
She wanted to bare her essence, her soul
Embracing her truth before setting it free into the world
Cauterizing the cuts those words caused by her clutching them so desperately tight
Releasing them would allow so much healing to enter
Except she just couldn’t do it. She screamed as she hugged them tighter
The idea of giving up her truth and being naked, of needing to find a new truth
She would be an open window, an empty container, a person without value, a woman without …
Being flexible was one of his strengths
Everyone knew he could roll with the worst of punches
Now they would still leave him bruised and bleeding
Didn’t break his spirit though
Couldn’t care less what you think Miss Know It All!
Rarely does something come out of your mouth that’s worth a damn
And right now isn’t one of those moments
Being the refined person, such that I am, I won’t allow myself to stoop to your level
Because to do so would admit that you put me in a foul temper, but we both know that’s not the case
You just run along now and go to Hell, you hear?
Being one with the night had its advantages
As he swooped down on his prey
Taking it out of the ballpark for number sixty-two
Being sick is always sucky, especially when it’s your stomach and intestines
Listing there aimlessly, hoping for the internal torment to subside
And yet all you can do is moan and hope for a break in your condition
How many times can you count the bathroom tiles?
All the queen’s men stood tall; heads bowed low
Giving respect for the pine box being carried between them
Every eye was dry, but their hearts wept with each beat
Nothing was more important than being there to respect their fallen comrade
Then they would go out into the world and exact revenge
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