Immunity
Who am I to swallow a fly
Your thoughts or ideas
may tickle my insides
make me chuckle and think
or worse yet
it may carry a germ of insight…
Who am I to swallow a fly
Your thoughts or ideas
may tickle my insides
make me chuckle and think
or worse yet
it may carry a germ of insight…
What’s that you say?
“Courage today?”
I’ll stick to my insolent self-assuredness,
infuriating, unfriendly and full of fight…
Will we ever find satisfaction
with our situation,
with ourselves, with others?
Send me a scrap, a slice, a morsel,
a moment of peace, a piece of pleasure,
a hint of happiness,
even fleeting fragments of fulfillment,
send me a smattering of satisfaction.
The Stones’ sad assertion…
shouting submission to darkness
be damned! I can.
I can.
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