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If I took off the mask of the informality of depravity
And watered your naïve wide eyed pose
Your mouth would agape like a newly opened rose
then drop like sun scorched petals
as your ideals of sweet rose water faded
and withered to a reality that is full of thorns that do prick,
and a truth that is too thick
to brush under the rug of denial,
rug of lay down and cry on,
the rug of 'or- it- ain’t -all' that bad!
The nakedness uncovered is sad . . .
ashy knees, droopy breast and protruding gut!
A perpetrating girdle can hide so much. Until it all hangs loose
and ties you in a strategically manipulative noose
that threatens to stifle your vibrant breath.
to leave you helplessly hanging with no hope left.
The Boogie Man is real
Not like the horror thrillers that steal
And make believe to your ill screams
Because all along you know it is only a dream
You don’t even have to sleep to wake up from
But what if it is nightmare that is so real that you can’t go to sleep to escape
Super heroes and count Dracula’s both wear capes.
So which one is it
Which dream is it
Am I sleeping or am I awake
Am I nailed to the stake
Or am I Suzy Home Maker
Baking a chocolate cake
Which reality am I in
I have to choose the way I am living
The queen of a king
Or the concubine perpetrating a ring
This dream is insanely lucid!