The Newage Canny Courtesan

Queen of liars,

Playing the world for a fool,

Living life to her advantageous design by the hour,

With the bordello being her primary school.

Saying she legitimately works when she hasn’t,

Turning tricks for those who will and can foot her bills.

When she can’t deceive her parents,

She masterfully plays all of the deceptive deals.

Living a fantasy as a mythological princess,

Drifting along from day to day,

Tactfully ignoring her consequential incidences,

While she designs to have everything her own way.

She finds a man with a dream job or gilded salary,

Talking him into financing her delusional lifestyle.

Should he even glance her way sourly,

Then she visits another accommodating man for a while.

The flower of youth,

Combined with a flagrant display of suggestive innocence,

Sways even the most educated of minds,

Forsooth!

But honorable men must be dutiful tenements of their own

Circumstance,

Lest they become victims of this manipulating happenstance.

The many drinks,

The late night dinners,

The innumerable vigorous bedroom sessions

causing her to wince

And blink,

Her grotesque illusions of losers and winners,

Slowly motivates youthful flowers

to wilt and sink.

Then she shall find the entire world

so cold,

Everybody ignoring her urgent sway,

She withers,

And sulks,

As she molds,

While she sits one fine day all alone on a park bench,

Praying for a future redeeming day.

It’s a Long Way to Nowhere

I’m on a lifetime trip,

don’t know where I’m gonna go,

gotta get a grip,

need to take it slow.

Its a long way to nowhere,

even when I fly high in the sky,

moving from day to day without a care,

no natter how hard I try.

Where am I going to?

What town will I wind up in?

What am I gonna do?

Will I ever win?

My surroundings have changed so much,

everybody seems to die,

since I have failed to keep in touch;

don’t know the reason why.

Its a long way to nowhere.

I’ve been headed there for fifty four years,

drifting along without a care,

in spite of my dear mother’s tears.

Every move is only a dead end,

can’t build a stable life,

many insurmountable problems to attend,

times are filled with strife.

Its a long way to nowhere.

There’s no incentive to try.

I’ve lost the desire to even care.

How much more time might I buy?

I’m running deep down into the valley of light,

transcending through shades of gray,

though I try to fight it with all my might,

I only make it into the following day.

When will this great journey to nowhere ever end?

Will I find my fortune or my grave?

Where lies the ancient oracle I might attend?

How may I find my golden wave?

Its a long way to nowhere,

feeling good at the moment,

drifting along through thin air,

hoping for a revelation that is heaven sent.

When My Day Comes

When I have my final say,

will it fall on any ears?

When I have my last play,

will I receive any last cheers?

Will the night be thunder and lightning,

with the heavy rain falling down?

Will it be during day time brightness,

with butterflies fluttering all around?

Will they carry me through gardens of daffodils,

and o’er acres of enrapturing poppies?

Will my pal bearers shudder with chill,

or in the heat of the sun be hopping?

Will the angels welcome me in,

when I walk through the pearly gates?

If they don’t might I begin again,

before the passing time is too late?

If I don’t like the other side,

can I come back here?

One more pass through shall grant me a perfect try,

without any unreasonable fear.

Will I get another chance to be with you again,

my love?

May that sweet night never end,

my precious dove.

When they lower me down,

will I be there watching?

Might there be many a frown,

as my draped coffin is dropping?

Will you be there nearby,

my love,

with tears overflowing from each eye,

like rain falling from above?

When you have your final word,

have you thought about what you shall say?

Will it be the most delightful I’ve ever heard,

when they lower me down on that day?

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