I haven't done a solo poem in a long time so this one was requested by Shrinking Violet SF. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Boondocks.
Cindy's subconscious
"Mischief"
Why are we doing this, look at what we show our little kids
What else should we do, should we bid
Or just kid and say it's his, is it a swing and a miss
And just piss, away our history
Leave this as an unsolved mystery, leave it for the next one
Let them go through the misery, hopefully there will be no injuries
Maybe it'll end in a victory, although it's eerie
It might be risky, but that's how love is
It's not like in show biz, not everything is perfect
But fuck it, it can't change
So for now it will remain, so what if it's plain
What if it's too wild to tame, so you turn around
Point a finger and blame, like it's some stupid game
But this game has no name, man this game is lame
So don't play, but you can't quit
So just keep getting hit, stay down
Take the pain, tangled all up in these chains
It's bringin you down, it's makin you frown
Go walk around town, no one's there
Now your pullin out your hair, your clothes you now tear
You just look up and glare, cuz you weren't a good pair
But it's not the end, he never said no
You know he's not that cold, you just gotta be bold
Just to him straight up, say was sup
Ask him now, before he turns you down
So that's how we got here, I don't know what to do
Should I cheer, are we gonna fight
Should I get my gear, but it's been a great year
We were so near, come on my dear
Fuck it, lets go grab a beer
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