Mine’s Slightly Darker

      Mine’s Slightly Darker

An asylum for the sane, my home.
Raiford inmates scream an hour north towards the border.
They’re the villains, middle classes are the heroes.
My Mother said I’d blossom.
And I did in most ways….Thanks Mom.
My Dad said I needed to relax.
And I try, but I’m just like you Pa.
Thanks Dr. Bristol.
My Papa said not to take life to seriously.
Were flop-eared buddies, he prays for me, he’s a saint.
Thanks mentor.
My Mema, a wonderful woman, too smart for this town
Thanks Anita.
Tell me something Tyrone.  You said I was slow?
Three colleges?  No bachelors?  I’m a drugged bunny!
Thank you Chipola College.
Hailey Moravek said I was too nice.
So I grew a beard and started partying.
Numbness is a short fix, but buzzes wither in vain at dawn.
Mines slightly darker….
What is black?
What endless light brightens the grandest night!
In spite of North Korea’s isolated might!

My Mother said that I was lonely….
“I’ve put this off for far too long.” –Bilbo Baggins
Thanks Dr. Chamberlain.

Robert Alexander Deason         Peace

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