Jam Rock · Jul 26, 2011
Pretty Skies

fuck your pretty thoughts
fuck your happyness and your family van
fuck your tie and fuck your pretty wife and your pretty life
fuck you for hating me
fuck you for loving me.
Pretty blue skies
I send up all my white lies like clouds where they sit and mutter
Where they sit and wait
to laugh at me one more time.
Pretty grey skies
where my black lies turn into rain clouds
and they rain on your pretty parade.

 
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