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Michelangelo
The love stories told
over hot soup and cold bread
a steaming mug of coffee
and a steel bubble around my head
blocking out the tainting smoke
of cigarettes and discouraged dreams
comfortable in our quaint Utopia
where life is measured by
coffee spoons
and everyone is in love
with the famous
Michelangelo
and no one thinks for himself...
Where people decide who you are
and find the meaning of life
in antique shops
Where music flows freely
but only says
what the people can dance to
and not miss a step
Where girls wear pink
and never black
boys where blue
with pressed khaki slacks
shiny shoes and slicked back hair
and they constantly wonder
"Do I dare? Do I dare? -
to drink a cold soda and dance in the rain
get a little dirty and never complain
to tell her I love her
and hold her tiny hand
get milkshakes on the beach
and play in the sand?"
Or do they go on with the world's gentle sway
and quietly, wistfully, come and go
talking of Michelangelo
The boy dates the model
The girl cries in her sleep
They talk through a mask
and never take that leap
Soda's are "different"
and filth is "bad"
So they grab a cup of Joe
and quietly come and go
speaking of no one
but a Michelangelo
