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Seemingly wide toothed A space between A periodontal thought A canker soar of sorts Stained white teeth A falsifying smile A line of non provoking in appearance Wicked mouth A mannequin frown All the things One should not want to be

Id rather be All by myself. Talking Who hears me well.. Communicate Precisely The way I… feel I’d rather talk to myself All Day Long Then the Chattering of the crowd The need to entertain The ache For recognition And…… The universal need to be liked Id rather be my own Very best friend Comfortable In my skin Who understands me Explicitly Then be in a “Dead man walken” crowd

BETTY Betty gnuze what a floozy Oh what a mindless intellect! Watching her as I did Fascinated by her false twit Boisterous and hard Seemed like she knew it all But I knew Oh I knew She had no heart at all!!!!

She stood on stage A shadowed figure Black and white faded background And the extreme quieting of the room Deafening. One would assume Her speech would have been of an eloquent nature Her mouth opened No words emerged The audience waited With bated breath But the silence of the room Spoke volumes What does one say? When the final door of ones journey is near to enter and only memories are left Perhaps distorted Perpetual scenes always would occur As one thinks back And I In my child like wonder

Halloween Town Halloween Town Dead souls walken around With out a care A ghoulish thought Shuffling round Stiff necked With gout Whose is to say They know how to fool The innocents Preyed upon Watch yourself Put the “Eyes of your understanding on” Staying calm Or Acting the part “Mishigas” I hear my mother say So I Combine the two With my “eyes of understanding on” As the bible Would tell me so

thoughts on a well known female artist, perhaps as a person, my opinion perhaps not valid and a quick judgement at that on my part, note incredible voice,

Seemingly wide toothed A space between A periodontal thought A canker soar of sorts Stained white teeth A falsifying smile A line of non provoking in appearance Wicked mouth A mannequin frown All the things One should not want to be

Id rather be All by myself. Talking Who hears me well.. Communicate Precisely The way I… feel I’d rather talk to myself All Day Long Then the Chattering of the crowd The need to entertain The ache For recognition And…… The universal need to be liked Id rather be my own Very best friend Comfortable In my skin Who understands me Explicitly Then be in a “Dead man walken” crowd

BETTY Betty gnuze what a floozy Oh what a mindless intellect! Watching her as I did Fascinated by her false twit Boisterous and hard Seemed like she knew it all But I knew Oh I knew She had no heart at all!!!!

She stood on stage A shadowed figure Black and white faded background And the extreme quieting of the room Deafening. One would assume Her speech would have been of an eloquent nature Her mouth opened No words emerged The audience waited With bated breath But the silence of the room Spoke volumes What does one say? When the final door of ones journey is near to enter and only memories are left Perhaps distorted Perpetual scenes always would occur As one thinks back And I In my child like wonder

Halloween Town Halloween Town Dead souls walken around With out a care A ghoulish thought Shuffling round Stiff necked With gout Whose is to say They know how to fool The innocents Preyed upon Watch yourself Put the “Eyes of your understanding on” Staying calm Or Acting the part “Mishigas” I hear my mother say So I Combine the two With my “eyes of understanding on” As the bible Would tell me so

thoughts on a well known female artist, perhaps as a person, my opinion perhaps not valid and a quick judgement at that on my part, note incredible voice,