Good Enough??

I don't have to be good anymore.

Good is Pollyana bending
over for the White Rabbit,
who kept looking at his watch
all the time, never really understanding
the concept of hairless white expanse anyway.

Good is Clara's bow lips, painted
on smile for the male members;
it's easy to perform in the dark
when that tinny piano plays. You
just move your mouth and the
director puts his own words into it.

If there are (dust) bunnies on the floor
it's because I set them free, sweeping
the area to find Fudd, deciding it's time
to jump the gun and go Elmer hunting.

No one will be saved

Because I don't care a bit about good anymore.

Hell, I'm having a hard enough time with adequate.



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