dangerous when sad
Mirror catches me thinking dumb.
See the person my mother
Said, “Stay away from”.
Always feared my mum.
Always came when she said, “Come.”
She wasn’t dumb and then some.
She warned of my vanity.
Said it’d be the end of me
What with mirror tripping
And rule skipping,
And honey pot dipping
And my horse-race tips that finished dead last.
But that’s all in the past.
People used t’ ask.
So I turned the page
Left it all in Plato’s cave.
Went full throttle beyond history
Till not even light could see me.
Left the cave in the dust.
Filled my life with plus.
Nowhere t’ be seen, my dad.
Left my mother, she said, “Sad”.
My mother had good recognition
And ignored perdition,
And paid attention t’ experience,
And ducked the deleterious.
And I stopped contemplation
And life’s reflections.
And didn’t look closely,
Never, well, mostly.
And accidentally fell in love
That’s easy t’ do with what’s said above.
As you can see
It’s always the birds and the bees.
Till one day she comes at me.
Big, as far as the eye can see.
My gal springs, screams
“You’re sleep-talking the wrong thing.”
Beseeching the god of subtlety
For the favor of closely.
But it didn’t come
And then some.
And as I lay dying, I think
Of my mother’s “Sad”
And know what
Happened to my dad.