Let Those Men Who Have Eyes See
- Jay Cinq-Mars
By Jesse Silverberg
I should view my life Through unique eyes With new lenses of Blown light-bulb glass Like a small child does With a kaleidoscope Colors will blur Form will fail Life, it will all transform From the monotonous Become interesting Notes on the rigid staff Shift, to bring a new tune To the soldier’s march My March… I wish the world was More like kindergarten A classroom filled with Enlightened innocence Where I could have My Five minutes of Fame: show and tell I know that I would Show my pocket watch Kept time of My March Like me…mechanized But with character! Its own dents and dings A glass face replaced After a spider crack… Let the language splash Let my eyes With new lenses see? No! Let me march rigidly Tick tock… Critic, oh critic! I broke your damn rules! Those of rhyme confine me So am I lifeless?! Am I? Answer me! Let those men… Those men with eyes …oh well…I see! After and Over After and Over
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