My Love Imp
My love’s in a maze, it’s just a phase
My love’s in a cave, it cannot behave!
My love’s out to dry…after my cry!
My love’s in a jail, but it will not fail…’cuz someone will post bail!
If I had to do it all again, I definitely WOULD
Fits? Quarrels? Jealousy?
Calmness? Peace? Contentment? Tranquility? Too much humility!
Seems happier a time? Nah, too stagnant…nothing exciting…
Like watching fish swim in an aquarium.
I just want to BE the fish with my fancy fins wiggling all over;
With my gills moving in and out; with my pucker lips
Making funny pursing movements about
Involvement is experience, SINK OR SWIM!
Check this out-I live a checkered life-
One moment it’s friendship, one moment it’s strife
So does a leopard change spots or a zebra stripes?
I doubt it, but it’s SATURDAY NIGHT!
Pick a pail of posies and tickle my toesies! Is everything coming up rosies?
Or did I just come out smelling like a rose?
It’s a dark, cold, lonely winter that doesn’t care
Everything’s white…ghostly white-and it’s terrifying…
Where’s the warm, friendly sunlight?
It causes distress to be so serious.
Alone in thought, alone to rot, what have I do I plant to wrought?
The little imp inside wants to rhyme!
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