You Are What You See If You Want To Be
In a symphony of harmony and muted voices
Where what makes your life is a matter of opinion
Where love conquers all and death has no dominion
There are no answers only your choices
Some blame can be placed on disco mania
Or the yuppies created from Reaganomics
Crack taking folks higher than aeronautics
And pop stars rhyming with schizophrenia
On front lawns dawns the day’s complications
This is so common and thus is much proper
Where you can make more cake than Betty Crocker
Must not cheap with the conversations
You are what you see if you want to be
Legendary gallant or the infamous
Legendary valance of the incubus
There’s always 2 ways to travel 1 street
poem by P.R. Prosper
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