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I get together

Art-Whimsically Yours Studio

Alternative hip-hop, fast paced Tempo, male vocalist only, backup vocalists singing harmonies

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April 3, 2025 at 9:51 PM

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I get together

with myself

when there is no

one else around

we have long,

sad conversations

that don’t require

any sound

we meet somewhere

inside my head

and raise a toast

to all that’s bled

us to the points

where we will be

together with

myself and me

when there is

no one else

you see

who understands

so easily

my need for

such soliloquys

I used to

get together

with sweet love

she was much better

she warmed me

like a sweater

and pleased me

every time

I met her

but then I’d

always get

a letter

to tell me she

was sadly occupied

with some poor

other lonely guy

she thank me for

how hard I tried

then she’d coldly

say goodbye

she'd so coldly

say Goodbye...eye

And then

I’d meet with

good old solitude

he would always

fit my attitude

he was so peaceful

seldom was he rude

I welcomed him

when he’d intrude

he helped to calm

down all of

my bad moods

he was always such

a damned

good dude

and he sure knew

how to play

the blues

till sweet desire

came to call

then he would

step out in the hall

as I went hunting

all her needs

sometimes I’d fail

or I’d succeed

then she came

and she came again

I was quite

lost in her passion

It didn’t matter

who she was

she came to please

me just because

she spent too long

on her own shelf

in conversations

with herself

she needed

temporary help

and at my worst

of times I’d wait

for my old friend

called “Master Bates”

he always came

when my damned plate

was emptied of

a precious mate

I was a slave to

what he brought

but he was never

what I sought

but one good lesson

that he taught

was to seek real

love that was hot.

and now as

I am getting old

myself comes round

each night to hold

sessions that he

calls therapy

explaining that

we’re meant to be

expendable sometime

to come

replaced by some

new little ones

and that we all

are meant to die

though no one

ever told him why

and that end

would be O.K.

we would no longer

wish to stay

in wrinkled flesh

and blurry eyes

we’ll meet the reaper

with a sigh

who will end me,

myself and I.