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โ€œSTUPID ANGELS!โ€ Sunday: Feb. 25, 2018

Angels! Stupid Angels! With jealous eyes,

Listening to-us daily,

(as weโ€™re) Making our โ€œLe-Sighs!โ€

Wishing For

An ounce of passion,

Or True Love – or-to-wear-a-fashion!

Perhaps an angel can not hope for a better day,

Or seek out – a special, a better way,

But – the price of hope and will and seeking,

Is torment – possibly – and the hurts weโ€™re keeping,

Because we canโ€™t let go so well,

Because, unlike angels, weโ€™re stuck-in-our-cell,

Of sorrow and extreme times of pain,

Times which are,

For us, a bane,

Of our existence, BUT –

At least we-can-feel,

Things so deeply that we might reel!

NOW – angels must find emotions queer,

And, from our deepest feelings, we tend to steer (away),

Because the pain and anguish of a mind,

Is tortuous – and itโ€™s hard to find,

Angels!

Yet angels might prefer to be,

Deep in sorrow and sympathy,

SO REVEL, MY FRIENDS, IN ALL YOUR PAIN – ANGELS YEARN FOR

OUR INSANE!

fin. โค

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