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I had to have some candy when I didn't have no money

There are those, I suppose, who would find that funny

Sickly from before, but the craving hit for more

So I made her die, the girl inside the little candy store

 

Should I let myself outside again, or should I stay at home

It would really be a ball if we could all have clones

Maybe that way, science someday finally would discover

If it's better to be dead or be alive and be a lover

 

I've got the copromorphic Midas touch, and you don't want to feel it

Thought I found the cure, but now I'm sure I'll never heal it

Terminal, quite possible, and definitely chronic

Can you take me to a place where every face is not Adonic

 

No, don't answer; life is cancer

 

Everyone's a lousy dancer...

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I had to have some candy when I didn't have no money

There are those, I suppose, who would find that funny

Sickly from before, but the craving hit for more

So I made her die, the girl inside the little candy store

 

Should I let myself outside again, or should I stay at home

It would really be a ball if we could all have clones

Maybe that way, science someday finally would discover

If it's better to be dead or be alive and be a lover

 

I've got the copromorphic Midas touch, and you don't want to feel it

Thought I found the cure, but now I'm sure I'll never heal it

Terminal, quite possible, and definitely chronic

Can you take me to a place where every face is not Adonic

 

No, don't answer; life is cancer

 

Everyone's a lousy dancer...

 

 

Ok, this is just cute. And well put together. Thanks for the good read.

 

And I "Midas Touch" NICE!

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Please don't take offense at my temperamental reaction. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and a poem, like all art, can mean whatever is seen in it. To know that his creation says anything at all to his audience should be enough for any artist.

 

 

No I didn't take offense..i was hoping you didn't .

 

P.S.

 

It can't be worse than my suicide poem, where someone said "aww how sweet I was like " * * *?????"

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Sounds like a Snoop Dog song, somebloke.

 

I like it, but I felt a wave of depression while reading it.

 

How depressed were you when you wrote this? I'm trying to understand where that came from. Doesn't sound the way you usually do. Are you having a bad day? If you are, I'm sorry.

 

Or it could be because I'm depressed a little today? I don't know.

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Sounds like a Snoop Dog song, somebloke.

 

I like it, but I felt a wave of depression while reading it.

 

How depressed were you when you wrote this? I'm trying to understand where that came from. Doesn't sound the way you usually do. Are you having a bad day? If you are, I'm sorry.

 

Or it could be because I'm depressed a little today? I don't know.

 

Your observation on my condition was an astute one, Miss F. I was indeed on the proverbial floor for a short while, so low that irrational and despondent thoughts occurred to a person who normally rejects such dark things out of hand. In truth, it is often in these rare moments that poetry asserts itself in my mind.

 

I'm feeling much more myself today, and I hope you're in good spirits as well. Thank you masses of bunches for the inquiry.

*hug*

 

Has a bitter finish, like a good whisky.

 

'Copromorphic' is not a word that you would find in a Snoop Dogg song, though!

 

Hope you are ok, SB

 

I am...

 

*hug*

 

...and now, even better.

 

Copromorphic isn't even found in a dictionary.

 

Rolling down the street smoking Indo

 

Sippin' on gin and juice

 

Laid back... with my copromorphic mind on my money and my money on my copromorphic mind

 

Yeah, I kind of pulled that word out of my... hat. Sometimes I prefer the obfuscating opacity of chowder to the revealing clarity of a thinner soup.

 

Thanks to all of you for the attention... er, I mean, feedback.

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