Sometimes I think of Tibet
Drowning in a Sino-vat
Without a way to exit
Sometimes I forget where we met
Was I just standing
there pat?
Waiting to suck on the
tit of wit
Sometimes I think it's kismet
The way and the where
we are at
One apple long ago bit
Sometimes I think of Tibet
Swept under the Asian
mat
Held in a genocidal
pit
Sometimes I place a bet
Where everything tastes
like chocolate
And no words come from
the bully pulpit
Sometimes I blow a trumpet
From the tall of some
high ghat
And wonder if the truth
is well lit
Sometimes I think of Tibet
Defiled without format
Her freedom taxed in
unholy audit
Sometimes I think of the harlot
When I never wore a
hat
And everything waited
to be writ
Sometimes I could roar like a jet
Sometimes I just pace
around my flat
Sometimes I count the
lights of my spirit
Sometimes I think of Tibet
A collegiate shut out
of democracy's frat
Made to do a back-breaking
split
Sometimes I feel caught in a net
Among the saved among
the spat
My own fingers in a
frenzy knit
Sometimes I begin to fret
And board a nervous
yacht
Feeling nothing like
a pundit
Sometimes I think of Tibet
Forced to be an acrobat
Around the Himalayan
ambit
Sometimes I refrain from dancing the city's minuet
And fly off into my
inner space like some cosmonaut
Alone I light a slower
bullet
Sometimes I light a cigarette
Where matches tit for
tat
But I've more than ashes
to deposit
Sometimes I think of Tibet
As some republican acts
like a democrat
And I wonder what any
of them would really admit
Sometimes I remember women's corset
And wonder at equality's
when upon this habitat
From Mexico City to
Great Brit
Sometimes I tell you a secret
Sometimes I hear the
purr of the goddess cat
Bast trust vast where
we the feel emit
Sometimes I think of Tibet
Where time is a bureaucrat
And I watched that film
with Brad Pitt
Sometimes I wonder if our world will regret
The temperature upon
her thermostat
While the future runs
hot as we sit
Sometimes I sing the alphabet
In a monotone scat
Until I find another
note to hit
Sometimes I think of Tibet
Wounded by the big bully
brat
Bleeding without conceit
Sometimes I feel like a cadet
Doing those chores well
and stat
All for another's benefit
Sometimes I think there's nothing more and yet
Brilliant snows cover
some rusty old slat
Glittering as if to
elicit
Sometimes I think of Tibet
At the studio while
playing back a dat
Is there something more
to edit?
Sometimes I consider the internet
A generation of followers
in an electronic squat
The void within us has
never been so explicit
Sometimes I feel like Hamlet
The rest is a silence
that
Shatters and doth not
quit
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