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27/6/23
The Division Bell
Page Goldenboy can see himself from the outside And the horse he rides Is a pale white horse I feel no remorse Is there anything to be remorseful for Frustration ventilated galore And people could care less What a mess I left to melt And the margarine is bubbling And I feel only troubled But some people don’t want to hear the same thing over and over So there might be your four-leaf clover Trying to get lines to rhyme No words are dancing lightning genius words sublime I guess it happens to the best of us Paranoia starts when you are always afraid watch out for the fuzz Distrust plenty proved A lot of fakes moved, to the side What a mess And people could care less <positive word> <positive word> <positive word> <positive word> <positive word> <positive word> <positive word> <positive word> <positive word> <positive word> <positive word> What a mess I’m referring to the previous two poems And those tend to speak leave him alone But I know Sweden is a lot for anti-mobbning And though the potential material in my head isn’t throbbing Needs a nodding Of Ok feeling When the dust settles, see if any banana is for peeling I’m not controversial To be controversial And not everything is such Heart-spoken what a rush I hope I don’t come off as angry If anything for myself I’m sorry And people could care less What a mess But Page Goldenboy you really did burst on the scene Knappast a handful of readers on the piece People may care less But, What a mess A division bell of sorts My intuition supports
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