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Created on: January 19, 2010 Last Updated: February 24, 2011
Proud, proud melody of limbering breath
Repeating your next glorious words in your head
So freely you’re swayed, as if by waves of music
Willow careless and redwood tall
Your quivering leaves enticing all
But your eyes are always occupied by unmet need
Excessive adornments on for disguise
How content and awesome you paint yourself
Above fear, above judgment
All false...above substance
Come one come all,
You beckon your worth
Soon, they surround you
Within and without you
You, willowing, wondering, swaying
however-
Bending for the wind, the rain
whomever-
Proud, proud oak
Old soul, indiscriminate
Mother Teresa to any thirsty immigrant
Strip down naked on top of your pulpit
Demonstrate your ecstasy
Let it drip… drip… drip
Moisten that regal throne with charity and goodness
Oh selfless one, above your lords in servitude
Bestow your purity, your flowers indiscriminately
Fill every goblet joyously
For the crowd keeps growing exponentially
What a gift you have and thus you give
To every open hand, every swollen tongue
Every drooling spit lain on feverish lips
Every pulsating, sweating, desperate prick
Because selfless you are
Humbly free
Bending with the wind
Over a knee
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