Lightening lit his pallor
and thunder followed as scripted
line by line
and slowly
he lived his life as meant to be
Mr. Majors did not fly
only drove
passed all manors of distinction
and lived his life as meant to be
His run slowed to shuffle
as blackbirds and rain
dented once a myriad
of defenses
He depleted stores
of normalcy
Mr. Wiggles pointed fun
and flaunted paper dolls
both whole and torn
but dolls nonetheless
He waggled and shook tail feathers
secure in the knowledge
that he knew the all and everything
in his mind he made lightening cower
and thunder follow forked treble clefs
but never lived his life as
he meant his life to be
Mr. Majors met Mr. Wiggles
one day among ten million
and peaked curiosity
circled each,
sniffing
both convinced he
of the vibrant bloom
or thick cocoon
lived the life of
Calvary
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