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By: Rob Turk
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are you irked with me
"Absolutely freaking not, my Dear...if anything
I am just caught in limbo, like we talked about...
I have to find myself and invite me in from the cold
before I find myself broke and not yet thirty years old!"
perhaps not free to frolic at work in play with me
"Feeling Londonberry Blue like Pie in the face lately...
a terrific ennui, a smouldering sensation, as if I have
closed so many doors that it is now hard to find one that
works."
perhaps not happy but trapped in code, what a lode makes ya feel crappy
"Anxiety is tiresome, the stress level has been higher
than I enjoy my workload pyre, tickling the branches of
the trees all around...with tongues of flame and a roaring sound..."
are you blue with you
"Perhaps a little bit, but I thought it was just because I've been
tired, and a little paranoid about getting fired, because of my sort
of forgetful ways, and the low priority I assign to the numerous
and annoying tasks that flit around the trees like flames..."
perhaps lake you will do, a deep swim in cool spirit centers true
"I could use a grounding sensation, to return me from the daydream
nation; my arms don't flex for fun anymore, and my mind is having
trouble not declaring war on the boredom, and the chains of my life..."
for i need you to be true, not blue and free to frolic at work in play with me.
"'What is truth?' a poet once asked, and decided that it was beauty,
a simpleton's pass. I'm in the same boat as everyone else, trying to
find a Soul in a world that evaluates everything as what you get paid by the hour.
But this malaise isn't terminal, my Sugar-fueled Love, and I'll be here
many moons after these blues have long gone (I hope) but lately I've been
feeling my mortality like a boot on the neck, and I can't abandon my lover,
my child, my friends, or myself."
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