SOUND OFF
So wound up you're fit to burst
First you try to to break the glass
Alas can't damage the seal
Feel a fool, take a tumble
A fumble fit for a clown
Drown your sorrows, drink your fill
Instill a sense of release
Fleece them for round after round
Emit not another sound
There is a difference between comfortable silence and inner peace and trying to squash the truth down when it wants to yell and shout and scream...i sense the latter..and alcohol only keeps 'you' quiet for so long
ReplyDeleteThis feels like falling down the rungs of a ladder...
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Very droll. :)
ReplyDeleteThat turned into quite a party! I hope you're not really wound up. I always think of you as so relaxed!
ReplyDeleteThat turned into quite a party! I hope you're not really wound up. I always think of you as so relaxed!
ReplyDeleteExcellent use of words. I hope it is not a bio, Stan.
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It strikes me as notable that "Drown your sorrows" and "drink your fill" are juxtaposed beside each other because when people drink specifically to drown their sorrows it seems there is never enough to fill that bottomless hole of grief and loss.
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