ElsewhereA Poem by saratogapartyJust roaming around conversation after Conversation. Only stopping when someone Tells you something that you don’t Already know. And maybe even changes the
Tinted windows of your perspective Challenging your thoughts to a Duel without spitting in your face to get your Undivided attention.
“No, but that’s not me,” I said to the Prodding finger, to the threatening anger in your voice. I’m going to make you Think. I’m going to make you Feel it. I’m going to make you Be it. And I’m going to make you Hate it.
And I’ll send you on your way, Point you in the direction of Elsewhere, put my feet up And breathe in. © 2013 saratogaparty |
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