Matters
Does nothing really matter or does everything serve a purpose,
is a dream just to be shattered or something beneath the surface.
So many lives that clatter surely we can't be surplus.
When it comes to the latter will my efforts be worthless.
Call me curious? You under esimated.
I'm kinda furious and under stated.
Finding it humorous, highly sedated.
Its tumorous and to be castrated.
Sex will just make things complicated.
Don't think i havn't contemplated, its still in my being.
i just concentrated, a little bit harder but then my conscience faded.
Every 5 minutes. my thoughts invaded.
Don't think i can't be persuaded.
I'm as easy as that! I may have portrayed it.
As something different, i just relayed it.
In a different format. I concentrated.
Tinker with consistancy grew frustrated.
Sexually!
and so i motivavted, more than my right hand.
Although belated. feeling like my birthday i celabrated.
Until now, its been untranslated. Its not about how? but why we created.
I raised my brow, have i been situated?
Looked at it like Wow! Instigated.
A chain of events has led to debated.
Time and again but lets keep it undated.
This is pass its sell by, ya can use this and slate it.
Best out of 5, its bound to be rated. Its written in the stars.
And its serated. It ain't clean cut but not mutilated.
I keep it moving like undulated.
Causing waves! now that's amazement.
Copyright © Lee Dobson | Year Posted 2012
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