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The sound of the streets
Follow me
I don't drag my feet
Or click my heels to mimic the backseat beat
Of my interest
The musicians far too modest
Just as the rich are considered too greedy
I say "I want that"
So that must make me needy
But the seeds that we cast
Blow full blast into the scenery
All of a sudden the back drop doesn’t seem To please the eyes
True beauty is disguised by booty
Humanity is mistaken for fantasy
The reality is we are foolish
Tell me everything I want to know.
I am full of questions
There are no empty thoughts gathering
But in harvest they rapidly mature
Growing eager to test the human fabric of nature
Bare with me the consequences of
Unprotected sex
The truth rests upon a test
What now are our wisdoms?
Lost amongst used condoms..
Latex hardly ever wins
Between the bump and grind manifold
Descriptions
The everlasting clock is ticking
My hands hang low to the sides of my thighs
Brushing their own song
While I hum
Unpredictably
Today the sun set eager
Awaiting whatever other superstitious tales
Of the next year…
The wind whistles in my ear
For fear of losing my attention
Not looking for love this year
Who wants to be rejected?
The crisp air is infectious
As are the thoughts
To stretch with the stress
Of New Year Resolutions
That were meant to be broken
Anyway.
Written by: Desir'ee Chavez
