Wake

Sensory overload
Heading backwards down the road.
Walkabout or walk within
Well intentioned mannequin

Once decrying methods taught,
Now implying reasons fraught
With emotional leverage.
A fizzy beverage
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That tickles tonsils
As it trickles down
And serenades the tiny town.
Ice Capades into bubbly theater

That’s become legit.
This broken cycle that won’t quit,
So long as we are far removed
From what we do or don’t approve.

Make decisions, feelings crashing.
Heartfelt pleas and reason dashing.
Never mind, this locks my frown.
Rather focus on your sparkly gown;

Your colorful, clowny, happy sauces
That help reverse the aging process
And liven the ugly party office.
The heightened beaming,
Asshole reaming,

Fragrant candy.
Junior dandy,
Show us how we should feel,
So we can therefore toast with zeal

And parade past furtive, filtered cameras
Their Godzillas to our Gameras.
All together despite the weather.
Crashing powerlines measure by measure,

While simple folk are left behind
In their wake and walking blind.


10/11/20