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BLUDGEONED.

BLUDGEONED.

She wears a smile plastered upon her face
Knuckles white with fear of discovery
Lick another layer of paint to hide behind
In here the air is hot, but oh so cool.

He dances fast and lets himself go
Knows the words and how to swill it down
He is nobody’s fool and only a fool for himself
Camaraderie, bravado seek to shelter him.

Together, no never, you cry through tears of pain
Surely not the painted lady and the bore
Why cannot two hearts be entwined
Has it come to this that we can deny
What’s written in the shallow minds we shore.

Watching from the balcony, she dances down below
Across the way, bereaved infant in despair
Sad by point of view, of dress that will never match.

Don’t say you never questioned them
If not they, then some poor other fools
Torn not by a divide we see
Only by the petty traits we peddle.

This might seem a travesty
You might feel let down by this
So bury your eyes bring out your heart
Feel the air, charged with debs to pair.

No more, stop what you do
No more, it will never work
Ask no questions, hear no fools
Go where knowledge makes no waves.

Look cant you see from high perch
Lovers kissing for the very first time
How that holds your memories
Begrudge no will, the willing vote for you.

Say good-bye our time to leave
No job done, a job well done.

GRUM

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