Bay-Bay...

Bay-Bay...
Keep those fakers in a box locked up and cooped,
And never worry...
As those fakers stay away locked up and cooped.
Or never be harried into a hurried emotion to feed.
Or fear to always be in service,
To grieve..
Another's grief!

Bay-Babee-Bay...
Keep those fakers in a box locked up and cooped,
And never worry...
As those fakers stay away locked up and cooped.
Or never be harried into a hurried emotion to feed.
Or fear to always be in service,
To grieve..
Another's grief!

It doesn't work.
Look at us and the experiences,
We've gone through together...
To let sad slime like that start.

We don't need this.
I don't.
Is this something you approve?
To keep us barking remarks...
Escalating to reach heights to chill shoulders.
We don't need this.
I don't.
Is this something you approve?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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