get your life in order
as i write, this oughta
reach you; teach you all the, morals, horrors
not to rest on your laurels
reminiscing on quarrels
especially when reaching for corals
swimming in beaches, where weekends are plural
my way of thinking is rural
let it sink in; how subjective are rules
how introspective are you
when selecting your views
i'm not in a lecturing mood; nor a sexual groove
gershwin's my muse, to intellectually soothe
& let you all, you
i follow, my perpetual view; useless are clues, unless i pursue
events i assume...
presume, it's how i dumb it down for the room
wonder how i consume... devour
& how i, shower then boom
a flower just bloomed in black & white hues
i don't see in color; i see in truth
as i muse; i invite you to develop, a liking to my view
gershwin's my muse
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