Okay, it isn’t as easy as writing poetry but then I’m
a most comatose example of that. If it irritates, will
you please excuse my boasting; try and say it any
way you want - there’s no mastery intended if it is
a plain matter of fact. So what the blue blazes are
we meant to infer from the turn of events; isn’t it a
gay Mardi Gras where labels are reversed for that
bizarre impact of spryly wearing your imagination
Don’t see anything odd about that - if ingenuity is
playing fair your mind’s eye creates reality where
rubber meets the road of others expectations - in
amazement though homophobia sneers acidly at
any different thought; while its crazier to expect a
uniform similarity, sanity in differences do matter
© 6 March 2015, I. D. Carswell
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