feast reposition song

for now the first to the plate gets the meal,
crying and denying,
every next dinner could be the last for a while,
crying and denying,
and getting up and getting out might
stay the best opportunity of this day,
there are unly so many days left so,
there are only so many days left so,
request as much time as you have to,
request as much time as you have to,
eventually we always get to end the story,
potentially things can only get fixed if they are broken,
only the very strongest come back from a brain that is
shattered and even the world isn’t the same again
it is not easy to explain to anyone either so
take a minute before you respond and think, okay,
if anything will be impoved by what you say
only crying and denying
in front of a podium
crying and denying
not only supplying
but conspiring and redesigning

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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