At the end of the day, does it really matter...whether King or Pauper;
after all, they both need to go take a quick PISS.../or, even, a long dirty disgusting STINK SHIT.../
(who knows, -unless you actually 'hear' them- they might even FART a bit...?!)
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Basil Brush style: Boom Boom
All around the room...
Went the mass shooter!
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Broken dreams, -dead miserable as they are-,
Rather like quickly fading/or, moving shadows,
Forevermore, seem to haunt...!
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Truly, tremendous highs...; and, also, the most terrible and torturous lows...!
Which way is my BiPolar mood disorder next going to swing, I wonder...?
I never know...nor do I even care less, anymore; always, aiming only to just go along with the flow.
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Goldfish, gently spitting bubbles that burst when nearer the surface.
Cat, black as night, quite simply, 'stares'...;
both eyes lit up like the brightest of bright stars; endlessly, sparklin'.
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Love, has no limits,
Even when it, eventually, dies down...;
The ember fires inside...do still, very hotly, ‘glow’...!
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Clothes hung completely lifeless,
Looking rather like some headless ghost...?!
Hungry moths...; now, feed and boast.
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Cobwebs, sitting on top of worn down walls, both weak and crumbling; growing really long and thick...
...which I am extremely unwilling to go clear.
The ever 'patient' spider, granted as much right to be living here...; as, truly, does myself.
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Waking up, both my two pupils met with The Sun,
Who seemed to be staring down awfully 'hard' at me...!
Not truly knowing what the hell to do, next...? I decided to go out...and, join it.
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