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Saturday, September 27, 2003
...to have half the nerve to
peel off the shit tossed
walking in circles at a loss
a mind to wit ways in and out
finding ourselves in absolute doubt
sure of just one thing
what's inside- too lost to find
a maze of a mind
the real fucked up kind
promises we can break again
words wearing paper thin
just like old friends
who have broken the trust
bruised their own hearts
egged on foul starts
played the divas end
shadows haunt homes
just like masters disclaimer strings
moving the puppets mouth
to say the nicest of things
cutesy grammar
and over-rehearsed lines
better get it right
they may notice you pantomime
a little out of sync
and off-time
a storyline about how
they brought the battle on
but really, how old is that song?
to step outside of yourself
the "I'm a guilty drunk sob
and blame everyone else"
uttering against names
one of the same
cool kitty-cats in rival gangs
gifts with strings
force-fed presents
but everyone owes
and now you resent it
after distortion bends it
and twists it into shape
spewing out loves lies
and truthing out an escape
swallow the general consensus
please give the hen a rest
you may find old recipients
blocking your e-mail address...
posted by Milli
at 9/27/2003 12:55:00 AM
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