![]() DefinitionA Poem by The Yashanowskii![]() What are you? Come on, spit it out. Don't look at her, she can't tell you. It's a simple question, come on, just tell the truth.![]()
DEFINITION
So, what will you do When The drunken Irishman ambles down the street Whisky rolling Tears down his cheek: Scuffed like the shoes he wears, shoes worn From broken bottles, Late night tiffs, Kicking the wall one too many times... A man who fears the Bums themselves Will spit upon the Cuff Of his trousers in their own Mal-earnt disgust.
What will you do, what will you do When he knocks on the door Looks at you Clings to your hand, breaks his voice To hoarse, loud sobs, pleads "My son, my son, I have been bad I know, you know this, But spare! me the traitor's kiss You are my blood, still, my blood Son, that means something, still?" When his eye captures you And he begs For His Absolution?
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When the pretty girl, long-loved Her white eyes with pupils wide Crumbles down, at your side, Crumbles but grips your hand Wants you To Understand What is going on, what it all means Thought she has the answer, or the question It doesn't really matter which What will you do, what will you do When she drags you to the ditch Tells you, quiet, plain "I'm no longer sane There's something wrong, Mike There's something wrong... It's all getting too hard, too long... I don't know if I want to stay... I thought I knew; I was wrong."
What will you do? What will you say? Brush the hair from her face Take his hand in yours? Look them in the gaze and say "I can't take any more"? Slam it in his face Or open up the door Or leave without a trace Or fly Or fall Or Any number of answers, none right, none wrong But this is Definition, lad This is what you are. © 2009 The YashanowskiiAuthor's Note
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Added on March 28, 2009 Author![]() The YashanowskiiThere's no place like London...AboutThere's nothing much really to say. Formerly the Gi, now The Yashanowskii A wanna be everything An achiever of nothing Just wanting to get some laughs along the way... more..Writing
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