And Then
Some
Clocks
direct conformity thru’ minuteness
For the
seconds tick or flash and launch anxiety
Why must
it be the morning rush, a truly loony deity?
For
disobeying that puts one in an eccentric category
There’re
those that prefer night to day
An innate
tendency to be up all night on sleep delay
Comes the
sunlight and it’s time to sleep tight
Perhaps
in a previous existence they were kitty cats?
So it’s
not surprising that artistes think of daylight as crass
To see
every nook and cranny, is like knowing what granny looks like in undress
Far
better darkness with lights and shadows
Then chic
is glitzy and seduction ritzy
An
altered world where strangeness isn’t
Just
think of how many prejudices might be finked
When
confronted by difference there’s immediate defense
This
human condition that’s neurotic over difference
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