We Ball Then Bawl
We ball then bawl
We rode the lone road
as dears that dare
each goading each's gold
up devil's stairs we stare
out to red herring's sea we see
waves of rungs that wrung
like killer bees we be
tung twigs slipping his tongue
he's a heel that's never healed
spouts the whale and her wail
but as bees spill more spiel
she becoming pale kicking his pail
she took pain from his window pane
tears dropping the glass tiers
till she reigned his clouds of rain
no longer his deer poke or dear
misery's won and they're back to one
what's don is now done?
connie pachecho
4/25/17
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