Wednesday, April 17, 2013

To Decline an Invite.

You would like that wouldn't you? 
On your terms? 
your deadly invite.  

On your turf, 
with your safety in numbers. 
With your manic laughter. 
And asinine camaraderie 
of a generation unknown to me.  

You would like that wouldn't you? 
That low you would stoop to see 
tongue tied me, 
hacked of joie de vivre.  

Your deadly invite, 
to see my dreams denied. 
To see the truth of me 
that when I set you free 
you became free.  

Your deadly invite, 
of getting my hair right 
of getting me loose lipped 
and ready to make quips 

 your not ready to take the hit 
so take the hint. 

Save your deadly invite 
use your insight  

murder on the dance-floor is a real thing.

posted by pINKhIGHhEELS @ 12:38 AM

2 Comments:

At 1:40 AM , Anonymous p(H)atrick said...

Who put you in the corner baby? Good to see you standing your ground.

 
At 9:10 AM , Blogger pINKhIGHhEELS said...

p(H)atrick. How sweet. X

 

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