the meter is wrong because it’s a song (and not quite done)


I’m better, I’m butter; I’m smooth and I’m slick

But don’t move too quick, or I’ll run

I’ve come to understand that you don’t understand

That it’s not my plan But I won

This race, so you just save face, and I’ll take my place

In the sun

Moves too quickly

In it’s zenith cross the sky

And I’ve come admitting

If I’d bother, so would I


So come share this moment with me

before it passes and there are only memories

Are the things that shape . who we are,

So form them softly, or become hard


About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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