to the tune of madeline

in an old house in p’town

that was covered in vines

lived an arty young human

adding his lines

behind the face

of a book he crept

my hero is gone

(and for this he is lost–

i wonder, has he wept?)

so he snuck in as someone

so near and so dear

and apparently so busy

that she didn’t even hear!

 he slipped to the background

now posing as “shawn”

afraid he was missing

something important going on

so he posted her picture

as taken from behind

then replaced it with a mugshot

oh my!  what a find!

but the question still burning

on the lips of those curious

is what was it initially

that made him so  furious!

but today we will never

find the answers or truth

only ramblings and musings

of one truth-seeking sleuth

 

in an old house in p’town

there’s no vines after all

only ‘shawn’ and his troubles

behind every wall

is this what you’ve wanted

and needed so dear

far better than obscurity

attention’s cravings, its clear

but no matter the face

or how it is dressed

we’re comrades it seems

in the life of the

obsessed

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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