Contemplation # 258


Doesn’t take more than one before I’m through the roof
Before I need my solace and sate my desire to be aloof
Torquemada would enjoy this torture I repeatedly afflict
My dedication is delicious and my schedule is strict

I long to be alone but cry in silence for a simple embrace
The thoughts I conjure in its place are truly a disgrace
Jekyll and Hyde would envy how often I metamorphosize
But they would turn away in fear after looking into my eyes

Intelligence is an accusation that I have heard before
If I had the stomach for revelation it would live no more
Morrisey is taking notes on the brilliance of my loathing
He’d have to try beyond all reason to fit into my clothing

Within this heated cube I ponder and I try to cajole
Myself into believing that I have a gregarious soul
Clarence Darrow knows this would be hard to defend
And I doubt any testimony would come from my friends….

4-2-03


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