Masquerade and Escapades


Masquerade and Escapades

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What becomes of you my sweet

no more to,

white minstrel shows,

mad hatter dates,

escapades of middle of the road…friendly foes.

Mother’s little dysfunctional helper.

I ask again, what becomes of you my darling,

What becomes you my friend.

Nothing but knock off diamonds on the floor.

A salt and pepper princess looking to make sense

of a straight-jacket world.

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Daddy’s baby girl…no more shucking oysters for pearls.

It would seem a place-mat of sour grapes lay discarded on the floor,

and, the runt of the litter…abandoned at the front door.

 

I ask again,

what becomes of you my friend.

You are not what you once seemed.

What becomes you my friend

It would appear,

thin dimes and a poetic pauper’s dream.

 

...pain and pride cannot live in the same house.
…pain and pride cannot live in the same house.
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