Says She
Oh I never do cliches she saysThey make no sense to me at all
Rather lay in bed for days and days
Perhaps premeditate the Fall
Sees the world through shadow plays, obeys
Her inner instincts however contrary to concern
Some people never learn to read she thinks of abstract drinks
And links thoughts of Summer plays into chains of daisy dresses
Let the Idle Class find another solution to clean up the Spots she guesses
But really could care less ,
Moves her bed closer to the street front window for the buzz
But nothing really much there ever is or was
There someone moving by the ways ?
Oh, I never do cliches, she says . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-05-18 at 14:38
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