Beat Poem: "Job Descriptions"

[morbid777]

So perfect- it makes sense, you know,
for the two of us to be like some old book
Wrinkled with time, our pages have fallen out so I
Interpret my dreams of you- so divine
You are a beautiful specimen of humanity’s mind
What? She doesn’t tell you that?
How strange... Maybe you just didn’t notice.
Maybe some outside congruence, inside influence
is keeping you from seeing what you really need
Maybe you see it
and something about your mother makes you hide it.
Tell me about your family.
No? You shoot me down.
You say, “One plus one equals two, Beat Baby, and I’m counting to three
so eventually, Doll, one of these chicks has gotta let me be.”
I say, you know, my groovy Beat Cat
We belong together and that is that.
I’ll pick apart your brain and put it back together
make you sane while you make me wetter
Talk about your equations
Make something make sense
Explain why we aren’t together in some radical manner
beyond just trying to hurt me.
Psychologically I know why I did it
why I hid it
why you kid about it
and why letting you go was wrong
but we can fix the problem, Baby.
Erase the work we showed.
We can write a new song.
Your true passion, and what I do.
We can put away our job descriptions
and put to work what we really are
and wish to be
and truly can do
and be ourselves for once.
Not manifestations of what we think we should be
in a society not meant for you and me.
Lets make our own equations.
Lets make our own rules.
Lets start over with a fresh consciousness
of just pure me and you.