Shut Up

The knocking in my head wouldn’t stop

there was no silence in this case

my interesting opinion was a flop

there was bloody mud on my face.

 

You see I don’t know a thing

in this noise filled flashy arcade

but I still want to be a king

a stony thrower of flinty shade.

 

Take away this skin of actors

do away with this carnival hawk

shut me up in magnitude factors

put me away let me walk.

 

Drifting soundlessly through heavy deeds

I grasped the new found point of view

I cast the ground with mustard seeds

and waited from the crack to spring anew.

 

 

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