We’re supposed to be
Booed up
I should have known
That wouldn’t be the case
You’re so busy thinkin’
About you and them
While you pretend we
Will ever be an us
What’s it like
Having your love returned
And not thrown away?
I’d like to find out
For myself!
But since you’re
Obviously preoccupied
I’ll have to learn THAT
From someone else!...
They stand at the ready
Capable of dispensing such grace
Consensually spilling
So many secrets
Clear and to the point
A fount of notion, knowledge,
And communication
Retention
So hard-headed
Yet so transparent
Always leaving
A lasting impression
At once hard to hold
And easy to embrace
Often exhausting
Their partners
Before exhausting
Themselves
Not as luxuriantly elegant
In appearance
As th...
It's hard to suffer the inept
Inept individuals gum everything up
Up ‘til now I suffered the problems they spread
Spread thin, I couldn’t handle any more
More to the point, we hadn’t time to waste
Waste paper was strewn everywhere
Everywhere I looked, things were breaking
Breaking down, I cried my eyes out
Out in the corridor I heard my associate
Associate Manager, Ananda strolled in
In ...
My gown is the color of envy
But I've none today
If only my green
Were so saturated
I’m not down, but it's not easy
Nor am I ill
My will perseveres
My brilliant chapeau does not cap my rage
I stand unashamed and empowered
My conviction courageous
My passions plain
To these, I call attention
Sometimes, the hue of my scarf tells my tale
Sometimes truly sullen
And belies my too-trusting nature
It o...
There they stood on the fire escape
I relate so well to their situation
My station set in empathy
Like me, they have endured so much
Couldn’t touch them for fear of them jumping
Couldn’t bring help to help me handle
The muddle that may have been pending
Was thinking what could I do?
I knew I couldn’t keep them there forever
I’d never gain their trust
I just needed another minute
Had to get it with...
Our city
The Hustle and bustle
Trundle and tarry
Shoulder to shoulder
Subterranean sway
Petrol pushed people
In metal on rubber
Millions and billions of miles
Across asphalt
Thousands of gleaming termites
With no mound to be found
A million feet meet concrete
Repeatedly
As people pass people perpetually
Probably poorly prepared
For their destination
Edible air slowly kills
All its parents
Who...