HEART'S SIDE
I went there as usual to see the news
and I read his poetry.
I could feel all the solitude he felt,
all the right emotions.
I could understand everything he meant,
all his right words.
I could almost touch him on his right arm
I could see his tears in his right eye
I could invade his right feelings
and his right petrifying,
but I could not shake him
or make him move
He will stay there forever
like he is right now.
He won't do anything
but what he thinks
is the right thing,
and although I was shouting
he couldn't listen to me, saying he is wrong!
Oh, Lord, he couldn't be less right...
He's not taking the right left side,
not taking the wrong right side!
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