Pop Goes the Weasel

969.Pop Goes the Weasel (Fluer withing the Loop-de-Loop)

I’ve lived life much as a rock star
Without the notoriety, I did not go far
Just settled on my piece of paradise
This place, I said, will just have to suffice
I’ve been a victim of narcissism
Still full of my sarcasm
At least I’m not narcoleptic
Or suffering seizures, epileptic
But just as they have limitations
I too can’t help my violations
Of everything politically correct
I stand corrected just to stand erect
See, I’m not invisible nor are my words
No matter how I mutter, no matter how I slur
And while in the face of adversity
That I create through my own vanity
I know my own intellectuality
Could come to cause my own calamity
Because thinking is still an action in a box
But I need to break free as a clever fox
My free will is crazy to do its worst
But if I contain it, I live in a hearse
Since I feel so dead without passion
In the meantime, my poems are always in fashion!
Pop goes the weasel
Who am I kidding?
Never free of my easel!

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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