I
wanna hold your hand
Like
in the Beatles song
Lots
of fizz, no pop
We
stand together
Or
we stand divided
Either
way the sands of time will grind us into dust
Poetry
is my savior
Like
a jail sentence gone awry
Jewish
is the new orange if you’re into that sort of thing
And
there’s nothing wrong with religion
If
you’re incapable of thinking for yourself
Believing
in oneself is never overrated nor overestimated
I
wanna hold your gland
Just
kidding or am I?
Sometimes
the sillies get the best of my serious deportment
We
built a fort from episodes of Bob’s
Burgers, apple juice and pretzel rods
Blew
each other’s minds by being good to one another and never letting up on the
throttle
Our
intensities joined forces and whittled away the boredom and recklessness of a
lifetime wasted on staying wasted and forestalling the inevitable
Charles Cicirella
6/10/17
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