I love that you’re surrounded with people
I love how you could speak out, not bashful
I love for the strong bond you have with your sister
"You adulterous people" (V. 4), "you sinners" (V. eight) and "you double-minded" (V. eight),
it’s raining. The idea of awaking up and staying awake
And the first thing I exclaim for the drink that is chosen, “it taste like cough mixture “
and that the world is really out there to explore. with caution.
I am marked down quite surely. And while I am, I can offer what I can, quite surely too
A dreamer dreams. And she is never acutely aware.
You know something, one night, one of my patient had a high fever. Then her heart rate fluctuate so much from a hundred and seventy down to forty. I did stat ECG for both readings. And called the on call.
Her breathing changed. And there I said this to her. “Please, stay a little longer. I’m calling your daughter now.”
He was warm and friendly, had no crease or ugly frills. Handed them some whisky and guided them down the trail. To places and mazes, to a world they never knew. To a hundred strong party, a place so amazingly huge.
There were DJs jamming and party dolls on heels. The dancefloor was packed, but no one’s gloomy or blue. “Life’s a merry!” hails the crowd in a gleeful tune. As they danced away so gayly, so freely but lewd.
The mood was exhilarating! in this place of grooves. Of razzles and dazzles, it’s Marcus’s dream come true. Of freewill and merry, and drinking shots in two. Where companions aplenty, in colored lights that moves.
As Marcus joins the crowd so surely, though hesitations a few. Party dolls began embracing him, giving him honor for his cool. And gave him the ‘acceptance’ - (my!) what a quick ego boost. As he immerse himself into the party, with his new found dudes.
But all was not as the House Master smiles and coos. To a whirling whimsical dance, he gives his que. To usher in more glory, more splendor in lieu; For the remaining mice to pleasure, to indulge and amuse.
Then, as if in all perfect arrangement, a blasting music sounded through. So grand and majestic, it caught the mice to look. For up at both golden stairways, some dozen smart solider came marching down in twos. All in the sound of music, in the Master’s que.
They were all very much the same as the stairs they quickly fill. In glorious shimmering boots, they certainly impress with a thrill. And with each held a plate of a delicious tasty meal. As the mice began to wonder, “Could this be all real?”
There were beef steaks and cheese, and all that the mice would drool. And O how they serve, with flair their hearts were moved. A culinary cabaret! Like all they came prepared. From the banquet to the mat, were all flushes of the best.
The napkins were all freshly pressed, and their commands were on request. Nothing was in a mess, and nothing was given less. The mice were certainly all impressed, and were certainly more obsessed! To think that they’re just so blessed, to eat and just digest!
But no! it’s not, and it wasn’t all that it has. As the ground suddenly gave way; to something between the stairs. There was rumbling, there was tumbling, as it rose and towered above all rest. To a magnificent fountain fall, of presents! for the guest!.
The presents were in all shapes and sizes, and were laced with ribbons that generously flared. Their colors were bright and alluring, and had little tags of the mice’s name embedded in there. The mice were all dumbfounded, to think, of the number of gifts that they could possibly have. As they hurled themselves forward to what might be rightfully theirs.
Everything was just beyond to comprehend, the richness and glory that is before their hands. Before their very eyes and before their every sense. This place of beauty, of wonder, of every child’s dreamland. Whirled in a daze of fantasy, and wizardry, beyond compare!
I wish so hard it is just a theatre stage play. But it is not
I dreamt last night, “Mark her down. She has cheated on me to write a blank cheque. And all the wrong doings that she has done. Mark her down, that others may understand why I never will choose her.”