Saturday, April 29, 2017

詩 On the Beach

Look at this beach
Right under your feet
You might think your perspective's complete

You are a man
But you don't understand
What lurks beneath these waters

Oceans of childhood fears
Self-hatred forms a veneer
Over crushing depths of sadness

Then buried mountains
A bedrock of rage
To release from its cage

Joy cannot be found
It seems to have drowned
In the other feelings
All mixed up in a swirl

I can help you to see
But only Lulu can be
Your guide to tranquility
When you swim in that whorl

To solve your problems
You have to ask me

If you want me to be
Part of that whorl

To be part of my "Step Fourth" [sic] comic.

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