Bumble Rumble Riff-Raff Ramble Poem by Richard Phipps

So very good - you're bad.
So addictive - I've been had.
Don't know how to take you.
Can't know how to shake you.
If it's a dream, just won't wake you.
Wrapped up in you so tight,
know it's wrong, but feels so right.

Reflection in the mirror,
doesn't tell me what I need.
Wouldn't matter anyway.
In this mindset wouldn't heed.
In my mind you have planted,
this ill-conceived seed.

Insecurity belies truth.
Blows the top off of this roof.
Opens wide to the air,
just how very unfair,
what it is that makes up truth.

Breaking takes so little care.
Like hunting game with a snare.
Don't have to be there to see,
all the hurt there can be,
all the pain that's uncovered,
when the truth is discovered,
and is there for all to see.

Take another's situations,
make them your inspiration.
Invent your own infatuation,
from something that you heard or that you saw.
Make it sound as though it's yours,
upset, displease, create uproars,
with the general population,
of your mind and mentors.

When the breaking point is reached.
When your security has been breached,
and your character thoroughly impeached.
Say it's all a misunderstanding,
that they're just a bit demanding,
and you're really not a bumbling, rumbling, rambling fool.

Some day that inspiration,
will be someone else's cool,
and the guy who really came up with it,
will be branded such a fool.

April 10,2004