Blah

Blah.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

Misery danced alone that night.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

Naked feet and a made-up face.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

Two steps by four and without blemishes.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

Misery danced alone that night.
Or so they said — proof-less
like an uneaten pudding; their words
not seeing Memories twirl.

Blah.
Blah.
Blah.

Misery danced with Memories
of naked feet and made-up faces,
dreaming of a silent world
— without Blah and blemish.