I will no longer be a part of your
"best of both worlds"
when I have been for so long
the very best
of both your worlds.
Such a convenient facade:
The sweet, sensible girl
behind the up-and-coming man.
"With a girl like that he must be
doing something right.
He must be turning his life around!"
No.
I was the ever trusting booty-call.
The one you could take home to Mother.
Just a small part of
your double life
playing into your double entendres.
Your only ambition
was to be popular and care-free
to care for nothing, no one
and least of all
yourself.
You had it all:
Sanctuary from the effects of your hedonism
in the always open arms
of the woman
that loved you with uninhibited honesty.
And escape from love and the dangers of truth
in the witless praise and
shallow embrace
of the latest charmed stranger.
So get back on that stage and play the fool
call the masses to your show and
juggle with their affections.
Play it through in your comical style
when you cause the balls
to drop and roll away.
After all
it's so easy to seduce them
with the Coyote smile, Crocodile tears
and the bottle.
Always the bottle:
the problem, the solution
and your favorite excuse.
Run away
your cowardice consumes you.
Silly Rabbit
nothing chases you
but your own shadow
the aftermath of your habitual folly.
And worse still
is the nagging awareness that
life meaning and fulfilled purpose
could so easily
be attained.
You have chosen the hard road
and the path of least resistance.
Red pill in one hand
blue in the other
and you dared to swallow them both.
Outrageous Fool
where are you now?
Originally written by Marion V. Darkstag **Note
June 13th, 2007
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