Muscles Quip

June 26, 2017

I confess

My prowess is

To wait & to watch &

To wit  if fate slips me a quip

Take a sip & reassess then readdress

The matter  no later than  now

 

If  thrift  wit

Against  all  it;

Adversity,

And/or  deadpanness,

Can handle that beast

W/ Monkey grease,

Why go  quiet?

And you’re thus  quite  dangerous,

Or at least

You’re red-lit  too quiet

So red that

All fear for to stand clear,

They’ll stop, some spy some, and bet, I think

To see you Pop

Or soften to a safer pink.

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“Every eejit’s had to’ve heard about it;

‘Better Hold your mouth lest you let go the rest of it'”

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-(5 minute)  old saying

If  thrift  wit

Against  all  it;

Adversity,

And/or  deadpanness,

Can handle that beast

W/ Monkey grease,

Why go  quiet?

And you’re thus  quite  dangerous,

Or at least

You’re red-lit  too quiet

So red that

All fear for to stand clear,

They’ll stop, some spy some, and bet, I think

To see you Pop

Or soften to a safer pink.

 

I  had  offered,

I had  fondness for the face

I had found on her hallway mirror. then with aplomb, y’know,

Why “You’ve really done up the place”

Didn’t even faze her.

I don’t know.

&  I don’t know what would  wow  her.

I’m a clown balancing wildly  on a wire,

And a  blind child

Won’t look up.

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Once home, I would only  steady my hand.

Steadfastly, I’d straighten up

For my last, and barely  stand.

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(As I heard him sing this some, I’m hoping that Jarvis Cocker reads & steals this verse as his own)

OR

“I am a drinker with writing problems.”
— Brendan Behan