Same (poem)

As I walked outside to do this evenings chores, my mind ran off and left rationalization behind. Consequently, what follows is a pathetic and lame scraping together of what I did not immediately race inside to start writing. I am quite mad with myself. As a writer, NEVER EVER GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT A PEN AND PAPER. EVER. I say that with every ounce of urgency I can use with simple caps. one moment I was staring at the fading not-so-amazing sunset, and the next, everything I had composed disappeared faster than turds down the toilet. Actually that's a terrible description. Those thoughts were not turds and turds don't go down fast. Anyway, if you're still curious as to what those words might've been, read on. I sincerely hope that they may spark your own inspiration into rewriting them and/or your new words into something truly magnificent.

My lame title is "Same"

end the tyranny

end the pain

I will not remain the same

break the restriction

clear jurisdiction

restitution is clear

all can hang

I refuse to be framed

no more with the zang

my

that was lame

all the same

I will reclaim what's sane

I don't want to feel slain

like the lamb that bore my name

so end the tyranny

end the pain

I will not remain the same

wait, reclaim the insane

isn't it safer

to be inane?

no, what's the issue

how could it confuse you

could it strangle the obtuse?

Acute is the feeling

never revealing

and while the slain are inane

the insane remain in-grain

all

the

same

(edit, addition)
end the tyranny
end the pain
I will not remain the same

and I will reclaim

what's mine to be gained

despite loss to my name

it's glory to the.... unamed

now all that remains.... though I am maimed.....is. the. same.... game?

no. never the same.

(edit, February 7th, addition of recurring chorus verse)