My voice ends out of my mouth
Her clothes end when she puts them on
But my money goes a long way
Want something done?
I ask, pay them first
But life has done what it wants from the start
Not asking my heart's desire
Without manager’s permission, do it myself
Pay the gardener for the grass
Doesn't sound good for long but
Sounds great before the words fall on the lawn
Unpublished, unheard
In my head on my page
Stroking myself before becoming absurd
Organize where allowed
What I want is what I need
Not all it has is for me
So if idiosyncratic, surprisingly easy
Keeps the needy away
I fight whether or not it agrees
It is the way of life; the Tao Te Ching
Solo is what I sing
Harmony is what she brings
Unless coincidence
Useless the insistence
Give assistance asked
Gladly I would
Bothersome persistence bothers me
More than the world
Opining pine for no one's agreement
What I do, I do for free
Thanks to Cecilie for the rewrite.
Thanks to Cecilie for the rewrite.
December 30, 2018
Copyright © 2018 by David Barry Temple. All rights reserved.
Copyright © 2018 by David Barry Temple. All rights reserved.
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