Beneath the Begonias(I)Beneath the Begonias
The detached heads of children are bobbing up, their lips puckered, expecting kisses.
So slowly they come, bicycling from their alleys,
their pristine cul-de-sacs.
I sit on the window-sill, their makers, cuckolds and whores running after them, comically --
the neighborhood gathers 'round their collective bonfire -- they hold papers of their lost one.
(II)
It has been days. Whose white gown lies on my lap, whose smile across my cheek?
They shuffle through their sterling definitions; they turn up dirt lookin
IrrelevantI want to wake up for more than collecting a pay check.Irrelevant
I want to wake up for more than being a slave to my senses.
I want to wake up for more than chasing cars.
My reasons for life are so much deeper than this.
I'll find my way out, making more than just a fizz.
Gettin' bigger than Queen Liz.
Climbing these rungs as fast as I can.
Never gunna let anyone spit on me again.
WHOO!!!!!!!
Dead
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Come into my world...
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