Oxymoron

I know the men who wear lopsided hat

And talk without letup, upside down vampire bat

Riding the carousel, trapped in the cycle

No vision and no mission but lost in their possessions

 

I know the women whose hands are too short

To gather the dates of tall, beheaded-palms on the grove

But they wear long-sleeves, aristocratic dresses

And bless the empty tablecloths by whispering holly verses

 

I know the kids who grow up fast without puberty

And young ones living on the long street of poverty

They never know the taste of French kiss,

Miss the pleasure of love embrace, and dismiss

 

I lived among them accused and charged to peck

All the philosophy and logic trees, a poor woodpecker

That never accommodates in the holes it makes

Still I think how they bear with lots of paradox in

The hodgepodge, sloppy living room of their mind

I ran away one night and left them unorganized!

 

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