Bite of Lime
Sour Eye Slanderspiel’s
Bites of lime describing life’s a peal
Worthy of revealing
Exhilarating tugs on lines
That stimulate the mind to act
Intending to release the catch
That gives us such good feelings
Sets the hook
And keeps us reeling
Because real is appealing
When discovered from the starkest depths
Of our own deceitful being
Not to drown in thoughts of failing
Despite the stench of baited breath
No regrets for those inhaling
The investment to the next
Exhausting of the stressful
Useless unassuming thresholds
Meant for us to overstep
Though more commonly inept
This remains the main attempt
Speaking of our subtle differences
Seeking out of muddled instances
Conflicts of interest
Difference of opinions
And repeated inconsistencies
Contradicting definitions
Of discipline since infancy
Stalked emotions intimately
Balking restrictions
As defining roles unravel
Expediting patience
Giving silence time to travel
All the way to our convictions
Distracted by stimulants
And uninformed constituents
Human instruments
Proudly sounding off
Alarming the herd
To turn your head and spit or cough
Then bring any upset bellies
Directly to the trough
Where all will be forgotten
Once the party gets restarted
Convinced that they are dying
From the methane they have farted
Maybe quick to judge
But dare I say retarded
The jury surely hung
With history disregarded
Discarded for the effort
And kaleidoscopic tension
Fragmenting impressions
Towards relentless acceptance
That our rights can somehow thrive
If not survive while in detention
Not to mention mental health
Best to keep that to yourself
And get used to the condition
While our leaders compromise our lives
With lies and superstitions
Positivity gets kept
Perfectly in check
With intelligent disobedience
Calm and assertive
The two preferred ingredients
When blended with passion
Tight rope coping
With imbalanced reactions
To three main attractions
Love, lust and heartache
Compelling one to partake
Regardless of the parley
Most discovering the hard way
Just may be the most rewarding
Hoarding anything more than
The courtesy kiss
Should the mind stop recording
Or memory slip
You can hold the documentary
And read from my dead lips
No blue camouflage
This body
Just the fuselage
Deployed for the trip
Waste away the witty phrase
Walk away from warn out souls
Respect the way that pity plays
A condescending role
Recognize in many ways
The shame to console
The same to control
Rather keep them cycling forward
Riding into the unknown
Specifically grown
For experience alone
Going through the distance
Like a mist of sweet cologne
Until aroma vanishes
Avoiding the absorption
Of odor hatred brandishes
In the midst of this assault
Be it hero, or a villain
Each to own his own result
On top of the game
Or the bottom of an insult
Thirst for the day
By drinking life in big gulps
Lemonade or whisky sour
Laying claim to every hour
Devoured in your time
Taking life in stride
With delicious
Bites of lime
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