You and me, let’s do it, let’s start it,
Us Anonymous. They’ll come, you’ll see,
every one of them, they’ll come.
And while we’re not out to save anyone,
we’ll launch with a desperate desire because
that’s the key to it, I think, desperation.
To celebrate, we’ll take every last, nasty thing
that we can be and pour them into some fireworks.
Then, we’ll seal them up and prime them down
and launch them way up high, so that
when they implode (and count on it, they will)
every little part of us that we let go of will burn
and glow in full public view (painfully it’s true,
but just for a moment) before fading…leaving
our dreams on the air, dispersing everywhere.
Gosh, I can see it now, it will be beautiful.
Thank you so much for reading Us Anonymous. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
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