Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.


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In the past few seconds,

I know that I have not been

Who people expect me to be.

I am in constant transition

Between what is right

And what is gray area.

In this infinitesimal space

Of time and emotion that we

Call living.

Each of us strives

To dance to our own


Some of us, however,

Do not know that our drummer

Is dead…and a beat box of monotony awaits.

Written by uncannynerdyguy

April 22, 2010 at 11:54 pm

Posted in Poetry

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