Patti Masterman


Persistence of Melancholy


Somebody dies in the night
Somebody falls out of favor
Someone divorces the light
Someone cries now, and not later

How can we take you as serious
When the BS just grows and grows
How can we take you as serious
It's all squeezing out through my toes

Somebody looks in the mirror
Sees crows feet; unlovely smiles
Somebody's feeling quite queer
Under the weight of new trials

How can we take you as serious
When the BS just grows and grows
How can we take you as serious
It's all squeezing out through my toes

The world just goes on in it's way
Spinning it's maddening rebukes
World, I've got nothing left to say
Your persistence makes me puke

Submitted: Friday, June 18, 2010
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