I was inspired by Simon to send these out to the world at large, from my collection, "Potentially Pretentious Poetry", which I used to read from at "Potentially Pretentious Poetry" night with my dear friend, Steve...

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Fairy tales and the damage they did
Twisted my brain since I was a kid
I'm still waiting for that handsome Prince
On his gleaming white steed to save me.
I railed against Snow White's subservience
Seven tiny husbands who made one huge mess
All the same I find myself sharing her song
"Someday My Prince Will Come".
I want to stand up on my own two feet
And hold up my head as I walk down the street
But all the while I don't want to be alone
And I know there's no shame in it anyway.
Here I am, frozen in slumber
My mind slowing down, and I grow ever dumber
Unable to speak out loud for my mind
Scares me with the thoughts I think.
How do I manage to break free of this curse
And prove to the world what value I'm worth?
How do I shake off this creeping doubt
And prove all of this to me?

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"Roger lost his father in the war, I lost mine in Greenwich Village..." David Gilmour
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It's easy when you stop pretending that you just got lost on the way
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When did you first realize/It's time you took an older lover, baby?