I wrote this almost seven years ago.  Like most of the “poetry”/songs/verses/whathefuckever you want to call ‘em, it was a mystery to me.  It just fell out of my moving fingertips.  Those are always my favorite ones, the ones that have no meaning.  The ones that are total free association, that are an involuntary access of my subconscious.

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Sir, please write kind words for me
pretty and flowering
like a garden in the spring
Don’t demystify the mystery
we all rely within
If seeing is believing
is blindness then a sin?

Sir, kindly fuss over me
attentive and eavesdropping
like a mother meddling
Don’t crucify the constructs
we’re all living in
If faith is so receiving
why does rejection win?

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