More Than Plenty
Stupid me I have no job,
I just sit around and heal,
And research healing and talk about healing –
Things that heal me, maybe you too – we’re both human, yeah? Then some things we can share.
The judgment of me is yours to keep,
I have my own, you see, and it’s
More than plenty for me.
But oh my hoity-toity self,
I put your poison on the shelf,
I’ve had a taste of my own, you see,
And it’s more than plenty for me.
Let me dream my dreams,
Put them in a book;
One some can hold, in a kindle, in a nook,
Or a real-life book.
Would you take a look?
Burn the fearful vibes!
I look into my eyes, light a fire and die
Inside myself again, aye!
Blow some smoke in my face,
Condemn some condemnation of race,
Hurl our shit into cyberspace,
Make a mockery of taste,
Put someone else in their place,
Forget it all leaves a trace.
Why slay your dragons when I’ve got mine
and we can’t stand to hear you whine;
You’ve got energy to spare,
Why not go and poke a bear?!
And then lay on a heart that guilt
That could make a flower wilt,
And curse the bear for what it does
When you make a silly fuss.
Miko Hargett, Master of Mirrors
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