Tell me how the boot tastes
O liker of, licker of boss-boots,
You who sullies the raise in praise,
Who puts the vile into servile,
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May the day break,
not as the eggshell of
a slipped, fallen egg,
a smashed, sorry mess,
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I met you, and now in my eye is a gleam,
And in my life now joy is a stream,
Awake and asleep alike, I dream,
Help me, O Lord,
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Let me ask in plain language,
So that we do not say,
I missed your query in the craft of your poesy.
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Hie home, humble, hardy hummingbird,
Bearing blemishes born by bloody batterings, bullyings, bludgeonings.
Crude, cruel contrivers canvassing-for, creating concrete commons,
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Closed were my closets,
Solidly were they secured,
For within were warehoused,
My skeletons,
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Mmmm...
Keep sitting in your comfort zone,
Afraid of any unknown,
Afraid to try,
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So, what's the colour of your love?
The earth brown where the love-seed fell and grew to a luxuriance of flowers, sweetness of fruit?
The blood red of hearts beating a vibrant tattoo consonant with true love?
The muddy, moss green of love sullied by possessive, obsessive jealousy?
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To the man who, sadly, daily thinks,
That he, on earth, is of little worth,
With that thought, his spirit sinks,
And with other men, he loses links,
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