I am transformed.
No longer a Bohemian contemporary
I won't go skipping down the hall
singing Jesus Loves me
I don't live for the theatrics
And burst into random Monty Python scenes..
I won’t spout Shakespearean monologues
But not because I do not love those things..
I have out grown the mask
I would put on for all
Too busy entertaining
To catch myself before I fall
I can still love Rocky Horror
Without putting on a show
I want the quiet life
Where things are peacefully slow
Love me for the old woman
that makes you sick to see
Accept that I don't need
excessive attention to be me...
1 comment:
I really like this one, ma'am!
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