Kick everything you know..and kick it into touch
It's what you want to do
But the question is..
How much?
Would you lay waste to words..
..leave untasted tested fomulae
Free the inner creative soul
Dig a hole in which to hide..beside me?
Fashion sentences from scimitars
Cut the ties that bind us up in silken sentiment
Use excrement to describe our slide into the bowels of earth..
..or is that outside your comfort zone?
If so..
Then I suggest you stay at home and watch the soaps.
Fill your mind with suds...for whatever good that will do.
Leave change alone
And change will leave you too
Stew behind those lacey nets
For you all bets are void.
But bouyed up by the travesties that weigh down our communities..
..if you can't fight...
..then Mister....You ain't worth a light.
Don't want to call you dim ..but here's the thing
With you around..it's hard to get up off the ground.
Just stay at home
I'll fight the battles on my own..as I have always done..
Not often won.
But I don't give a damn..I use my words like a battering ram.
It's who I am...it's what I do.
Who and what are you?
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 2:35 PM UTC
Kick everything you know..and kick it into touch
It's what you want to do
But the question is..
How much?
Would you lay waste to words..
..leave untasted tested fomulae
Free the inner creative soul
Dig a hole in which to hide..beside me?
Fashion sentences from scimitars
Cut the ties that bind us up in silken sentiment
Use excrement to describe our slide into the bowels of earth..
..or is that outside your comfort zone?
If so..
Then I suggest you stay at home and watch the soaps.
Fill your mind with suds...for whatever good that will do.
Leave change alone
And change will leave you too
Stew behind those lacey nets
For you all bets are void.
But bouyed up by the travesties that weigh down our communities..
..if you can't fight...
..then Mister....You ain't worth a light.
Don't want to call you dim ..but here's the thing
With you around..it's hard to get up off the ground.
Just stay at home
I'll fight the battles on my own..as I have always done..
Not often won.
But I don't give a damn..I use my words like a battering ram.
It's who I am...it's what I do.
Who and what are you?
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