• tan_ishka__ 6w

    A Name

    A name slipping off my tongue
    A folk left merely unsung
    Astray with faith and narrow with heart
    An esthetic; but misconceived ergo stung.

    The quality of brio labels your worth
    Your name wasn't given at your birth
    Defeat the ire, be your name
    Laugh, dear bozo, enjoy the mirth.

    Cerebrate, cogitate, turnaround your epithet
    Now you are nothing but just a cadet–
    Of barbarous consequences of existence
    Your sketch is nothing but a vignette.

    Be as brisk as joy
    Or rather try to be Delacroix
    Melancholy isn't the itinerary of passion
    Let us forestall to be coy.
    ©tan_ishka__