Cheese cranked up to ten
Neon warmth glowing amber and red
Their eyes lit with joyful recognition,
making a bee line for me
Oh how I missed the days I proclaimed!
Remember this? Remember that?
They shrugged and nooded like fools,
The two useless prats
Oh look! There's my ride!
I was glad to be rid of them,
Not because they were terrible
But because they put up with such tyranny
And had no balls to cut loose like I did
Quite frankly I don't even want to remember any of them! not anyone at all,
How good it is to be finally free? They ask;
Something you couldn't possibly understand
Unless you're me.
More cheese and neon amber and red
Through gritted teeth...
Ah!
Back in good form! Cut the chord - feel the freedom as the ride arrives and leaves behind chains. As alway, well said ~S~
A great and very precise
A great and very precise description, in poetry, of what many of experience.
Starward
I'm really feeling this! You
I'm really feeling this! You cleverly expressed those fake smiles and insincere greetings. Perfectly said. Bravo!