funky peaches

painted flesh tries covering all
tainted brain of society’s gall
ears listen not to what it preaches

jaded girl of circumstances
moment’s glory merely glances
time will not repair those breaches

dirty thought but clean intention
wants to talk but will not mention
what has got her mind in stitches

satin lips so soft and light
gave me my taste of midnight
cold white waters on black beaches

sweetest smell on a stink
thinks no love but loves to think
goals exceeding farthest reaches

darkened day – a winter’s night
dreams more willing to take flight
friends and foes and would be leeches

face and skin that doesn’t lie
pointed tongue and razor eye
shrouded truths society bleaches

feelings scribed on paper fine
succulent brain on which we dine
unearthly lessons, that which teaches

happy she goes out to find
leaves a broken heart behind
sounds insane when really each is

funky peaches
funky peaches

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