Pleasantry of Pageantry

“Friday again” My mind utters

Already making my way

To the bar I’ve allocated

For friends and I to play

And experience all things fated

In its halls; loud and cluttered

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Reintroduced to calmness

My tongue drowned in suds

Hands wish for one to caress

As my heart slows its thuds

.

Surely, an array of candidates

If my eyes were sole deciders

But beyond such fair skin awaits

So much untold inside her

.

No, I must not seek or hunt

For a woman; my liking shown

To track by marks, scents, and grunts

Would only send me home alone

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I think it better to wait

For connections, profound to form

Than to screen and concentrate

On every bee in the swarm

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So I recite mentally

Through beauty, grace, and guile

“The pleasantry of pageantry;

Shit hidden with a smile”