Ding-Dong You’re Dead

What would the neighbors think?

Gossip flew all day long

Enormity of non-conformity

Explained especially for me

Of course they were–they always were

Refused, till owls hooted in hell

Whiskers looked good on catfish

Butter on butterflies–not so much

Old fashioned passion, preferred it that way

Nobody could see into heart’s tinted windows

Mysteries of the soul

Suburban legends

Kept doing what they were doing

Until, ding-dong, they were dead

Did anyone know anyone, anymore?


Author: warturoadam77p

70 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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