Met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game

Sometimes they chirp

and sometimes they sting

because Everything ain’t fly

that’s in the air with wings

and if you can’t tell the birds from the bees

or the forest from the trees

then you can’t tell up from down,

from that rush of blood to your head

to the feeling weak in your knees

and chivalry is dead, they buried him on Maple St.

……but that shit still ain’t sweet

his armor is sitting rusted and dusty in an old antique shop

where hearts are kept as trinkets

and small tokens of affection

She laughed, love is an ability

and sex is an expression

and pussy is just pussy

but no two are alike,

like a snowflake

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~ by whereisdagnytaggart on August 21, 2012.

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