Last Straw

Last straw

 

When does it

Really get there

That final moment

That is never ever

That final moment

But just the last straw

When you can

Start to say

To yourself

I can breathe

Again and again

And close

That door

On them

And their poor

Despicable lives.

Trees grow

Ready to be

Climbed

To hang

From their

Branches

To recline

In the shade

And shine

In the dance

Of leaves

On a summers day

So let’s dance

You and I

And step out

Together

Will it be

A tango

Or a jive

Or that long

Long smooch

When our arms

And bodies

Entwine.

Lets dance on.

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