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.
Coerulescent [fka Starward]
I'm really feeling this! You
I'm really feeling this! You cleverly expressed those fake smiles and insincere greetings. Perfectly said. Bravo!