Far But True Poem by Timothy Long

yes but true,
how far are you?
from neon to star light,
come on all tonight,
where the parties ring wild,
to begin far away,
closing to close,
ringing true,
tipsy with some whiskey,
snoring on the liquair,
don't drink anymore,
like the headaches can kill,
or rather a bad thought,
Juliet cries of failure,
while romeo argue's his love is true,
midnight dancers of the blue's,
a bunch of silly fools,
humans handled in chains,
needed in good rest,
every party has its day,
where all the pests come to hang,
you could never stop us,
from the Harlem nights and sandusky streets,
cry in a dream defended,
broken dreams of rhetoric's,
people who care are long gone,
only animals remain,
sorry you refrain,
am i a distain?
unappreciated at best to yell,
know who truly fell,
like a piece on the wall,
oh so young it seems,
leaving only the predators and their dangerous gleams.