please realize i realize we are all poets, i accept the mantle, i know it suits others a bit better, mines feels a lil wetter than usual, but thats besides the point, and above the part, i am stalling before you start to read. so i took a stab again and emptied my trashy mind again its amazing how quickly stuff get in here that shouldn't be hear, or here or heard. but my mind makes em into words and so here i type.
the fu ... that i don't care with
can sink ships
will make lips stop and slip
tripping over little words like
why and how again and again like
why and how and when
now can you press pause
like you're pressing down hard
on the gauze that the nurse just
bandaged your head up in
be glad you're not bed-ridden
or love smitten like those folks there
over where freedom is not a word
verbs like that aren't often heard
instead there are words of dread
even life seems dead
to those of you and me who refuse to see
that what we are doing here and now
even now and here are related lies
and we believe we will survive
and live false lives of false cries
but those folks there real cries haunt us, daunt us
make me feel like we're stuck
and i myself can't give a fu ...
It's not meant to be cynic, or scenic or graphic, its just what i did, with the CNN i cant rid and the MTV and E! i wish the TV did. get rid of. its not meant to be deep or sweet, or neat. or callous or cold, like life i guess its meant to get old, before its understood. i'd explain it now ... you dare me ??? i would. nah i'm just playing. i'm good. you would just never remember it anyway.
-fin.
