Was Is Will Be

About the Artwork

When the cuckoo crows
Everyone touch their toes
Grab the partner that you chose
Swing em around
Then
Wiggle your nose
I’d rather be fake friends
Than downright foes
Hold you close
Stay focused and composed
If you don’t agree
You can always oppose
I’m in the throes
I propose
You don your finest clothes
Be like them not like those
Just don’t impose
I don’t compare
I juxtapose
Careful not to expose
Your elbows
Notice now whatever arose
Did it suppress or arouse
Whatever it is
Double the dose
Water it and watch it grow
Was concealed
Now it’s exposed
I consider myself an average Joe
Feeling my highs
Feeling my lows
Full of woes
My heart froze
Now
I’m keeping it enclosed
Love comes love goes
Does it really matter
If it’s verse or prose
Bows or blows
Face it
It flows
Starting to doze
Time to close
I suppose
This may be my final show
Thank you sincerely for
The symbolic
Rose