Wear the colours of
your tribe, be they pink,
purple, or black, just
conform to the norm,
whatever that is
be it straight-head,
punk, emo, or goth.
[Reprinted, 'coz it's alwats pertinent.]
Another blue sky day and a chance to take a limp for a walk, ‘n possibly talk to the stranger’s that you meet, as you walk the street, lined by the green, making one’s way to the doctor’s, to get your meds. And after, when you’re finished and laying back to rest, chest clear for a change, there’s more than a little satisfaction in the pain, that often drives one insane, as you’ve enjoyed, the way of the day and tasted air that’s filled the lungs, invigorating the mind, whilst tiring the knee. Or, so it is for me.
The night is bright a day as I sit and type of the way I feel as one called Neil, who feels such a thing and, all the mixed emotion that it can bring, to someone like me; who has learned to be, so much more than they were when their Mother bore them.
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