Your Last Dance
So worn out is the resistance
So torn asunder principles once valued
So debilitating the feared possibilities
He was here unrelenting for years
His vast terrors concealed
By the continuous Reality Show of absurdity
Of suntan and smiles
Mixed with grimaces of hate and ridicule
From rose gardens of lies
But…
Nature always tells the truth
With teeth-grinding to his dark words
And holding quietly as if listening
Life’s Praying Mantis of determination
Knowing perhaps much more of what’s to come
Starts its dance
Or…
Why would the massive starving expression
So transparent in the light
So swift its learned bite
So remembered in the landslide decapitation coming
Take flight to the next need for another just reward
Dance Motherfucker
Dance your last
Let's just make sure we have all the right "M/Frs" (plural) in mind.
R x