…Small talk (VIII) TENA lady…

It’s bothersome, vying to keep my ears from adjusting.
It’s cumbersome, lying just to keep my ears from trusting.

It’s troublesome, this trying to keep my eyes from rusting shut.
It’s meddlesomely scribing with no ifs, no ands, no buts.

But I don’t feel the energy.
This lethargy is leprosy .
This stranger standing next to me
Is asking for the time.

Sweet potato, and key lime.
A fella’ can dream.
A bloke will only choke.
Whereas a tenor, ladies, screams.


If you can see me, then I don’t envy You. You’re dreams . .]

 

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