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[bodytext] => The fish they swim. The birds they fly. The cat it purrs, they don't ask why. The mouse it scurries in a hurry, for the cat's an acrobat. The dog it barks, springs off it's chain, get's up, bounces and barks again. The man shouts down, he is frustrated, the dog excites as if elated. The clouds they move across the sky too sparse to rain no one asks why. The dusty streets, hot to the touch. The cat finds shade, it is too much. The car drives by. Music, it thumps the drivers high, probably drunk. Next to him sits a pretty thing, a can in hand she takes a drink. silence follows and then a breeze. A little boy knelt up on knees plays matchbox cars within his yard. he vrooms and sweeps action repeats. I walk on by and walk on through, no longer thinking. I just do, for I decided long ago, that thinking hurts. It opens sores. Instinct is a thing we lost. The laws were set, kowtow to boss. What feels right? It is suppressed the animals they know the best. For animals do what they please unless we bring them to their knees. Although, knees are a human thing, you get the point. unfurl your wings! To know freedom for just one day. Fearing reprisals takes away a something from the inner self. Pressure is not good for health. I'm never nervous, never fraught, I do not judge, and never gloat. I function as I think I must, all is oiled I will not rust. The trouble is, to reach this state I put an end to others fate. I work alone for I know best. The price you pay? In peace you'll rest. And so I see, the headline news shows pictures of the ones who lose. For they turned up as I arrived. I can't switch off this crimson tide. I know they will catch me one day. A hobo heading on his way. For now, I calmly move along and listen to the birds sweet song. Lover's lane is where i'll head to put those two young things to bed, and casually on i'll go. listening to his stereo. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 13 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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