When the hands swept past noon
All eyes were drawn to the two men standing in the street
Today only one of them would walk away
Capping a monumental story of conflict between two protagonists
High above, the bells chimed out, punctuated by two percussive blasts, and then dead silence
Ever wonder what’s inside?
Not opening it, but imagining the contents.
Viewing it held up to the light to get a hint.
Everything telling you not to open it.
Laying it down on the desk you try to walk away
Only you can’t.
Pushing you to your breaking point until you give up and rip the seal
Everything changes in that moment.
Being able to pull the trigger had always been the question
All that training and education came down to this moment
Now it was time to execute or walk away
Given the thumbs up, she pushed the button, and the building imploded perfectly as she had planned
Little joke here or trick there makes every day a bit happier
Okay, maybe it only makes it happier for me
Knowing that you fell for my ruse and now have to do the walk of shame
It almost brings a tear to my eye… because I’m laughing so hard
Those stripes will be yummy with a dash of polka dots
Adding the mismatched pink and green fluorescent socks to further spice it up
So put together a feast for your soul and embrace who you are
There might be people who want to throw up a bit when they see you walk down the street but…
Everyone has a different fashion palate when it comes to style.
Finding the remains of summer scattered upon the ground
As I walk along the shrinking daylight
Leaving the time of green behind
Looking toward the time of stark contrasts of dark and white
Dominic looked at his fouled sneakers
It had started so simply that morning
Snuggling in his warm covers as the sunlight crept into the window
Getting up he put on his running gear and headed out to the trail
Under the red and orange leaves he began to jog
Soon his breath was ragged as he pushed himself harder and farther
That was when he felt that dreaded hard intestinal clenching
It made him stop and look around, but there were people everywhere
Now he tried to walk back, but about half way there he lost the battle
Giving the term “the runs” an added meaning
She kept pushing his buttons
Now he was seeing red, but he was too proud to show it
And then her friends joined in, piling it on higher
Perhaps they regretted their decision when he made them walk home
It covers everything with a quarter-inch plate
Can’t walk on it safely to get to my car
Everyone is staying put today
Flexible was never how Cybil would describe herself
Really she was almost as stiff as a steel beam
And yet she was nowhere as tough
Given she could simply walk down the street and pull any number of muscles
It was frustrating to want to do so much, but she just couldn’t
Looking at her you would never know
Else you might cut her some slack