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The Song and the Master


I sang a song
You probably heard it wrong
Something other than it
Was intended to be

Perhaps the meaning was elusive
Or your critique rather abusive
But the song
Still broke free

The chandelier began to shatter
Stirring up quite the chatter
As the song
Made its way through

All the people were shocked 
Thought they were being mocked 
Yet heard something 
Familiar and true

They sat out The Dance
Didn’t take a chance
Being told
It wasn’t worth their while

Master says what’s acceptable 
Upright & quite respectable
So they just
Shut the fuck up and smile 

Yes, the song caused a scene
Pulled their eyes from each screen
They looked around
And couldn’t believe 

How the faces they saw
Were unfiltered and raw
Unlike what they were
Accustomed to see

Those “hearts” they wanted
Were not there when confronted
A tinge of feeling
Rather insecure

The song passed their feet
Lifting them off each seat
As they each made their way
To the floor


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