Try to, Release Those Knots of Gloom, Tied Up on the Insides

So They Don’t, Ferment, and Become that Huge Rubber Ball

“Please ring them ALL up!”  Not my photo…

Giving Someone the Opportunities, to Use it as a Ball and Bounce Up & Down

I Don’t Agree with the Moon, Being So Full

With the Masses on Earth, Hooraying for Its Full-Figure, But Worrying on

If it’d Become, Too Full of Hot-Air, and Burst, How would We, Gather it Back Up Again

Working Hard, to Twist the Self, Tightened into a Bow

That Way, Others Will See You Clearly

this too!  Not my picture…

And Even If the Unknown Arrows Came, They Would be, Easier to Dodge

As the Words Came Out, It’d Needed to Pop Like that Opening of a Champagne Bottle

Otherwise, Even as the Words Sounded Pretty

It Still Couldn’t Move the Masses, Because it’s only, Hot Air

Being Brave and Being Rich, is what’s Trending Now

We’re All, Used to Adding More Zeroes after the Digits These Days

More so, than the Fates of Those Downtrodden

ooh, and, are these all 24-carat collectibles???  Give them all to me N-O-W!!!

So, this, just shows, how we embellish our own lives, because we wanted to look “presentable” to the outside world, and, while seeking out those materialistic definitions of our selves, we’d lost sight, of what truly matters, WHO we are, inside!