Its your Bee’s and Tee’s, that make us seeth.<\/p>\n
Its the bottom of the harbour,<\/p>\n
Its the top of the world.<\/p>\n
Its everywhere inbetween, with a clenched fisted resolve.<\/p>\n
Maybe theres a lord in there,<\/p>\n
maybe there’s a corps.<\/p>\n
Maybe theres just family and friends,<\/p>\n
arranging anothers divorce.<\/p>\n
Between the walls – between the sheets,<\/p>\n
attentions generate judgements with each morning creak.<\/p>\n
ready to pounce, ready to ward,<\/p>\n
readied to the snoring scorning creep.<\/p>\n
I dont care what you’ve been told,<\/p>\n
but the planet were on is very very old.<\/p>\n
Those that thought this place was round,<\/p>\n
never stood up on mountains,<\/p>\n
or surveyed under the ground.<\/p>\n
But topalogically as with a fraid,<\/p>\n
the endpoints concerned us – no noises were made.<\/p>\n
The shues and shooshes, shouts and shouldands,<\/p>\n
rhyme and reason, our brains demand.<\/p>\n
But the nervous system doesnt catch on,<\/p>\n
make a song and a dance of that wrong.<\/p>\n
doesn’t a shaker we maker a jaker,<\/p>\n
then quaker the faker into anothers baker.<\/p>\n
Lace the cake – ankle a slice,<\/p>\n
taked unbridged the souls of life.<\/p>\n
To taught – to take,<\/p>\n
to tripalate.<\/p>\n
The Thought – the thin, that thickens our skin.<\/p>\n
What internal struggles are you going in?<\/p>\n
Shed the folios, shed the Tee’s,<\/p>\n
a pat on the back is all it needs.<\/p>\n
Shake their batty, shake their blade,<\/p>\n
shake it up till their presence is made.<\/p>\n
Boy’s and their Toy’s, The Trolls and their boils,<\/p>\n
terrifficly bunched by broken brutal burping bails.<\/p>\n
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