it is so still here.
until the planes
fly over heard. they dont
scare me like they did
when i was a boy.
but boy could they
put fear in the heart
of a youngster.
i never thought
id miss cowering
in the basement.
home will
spit me out again,
freshly chewed.
still staring at the buildings
like they might topple right over.
i will make the world love me
if its the last thing i do.
i dont care how
but it will.
i refuse to be the boy
in the basement.
scared of noise.
there is no crown fit
for noise.
it wears victory
like a python around
its neck.
and if noise could
die i would **** the
poison from
noise until it is but
a snake for the garden.
harmless and certainly
nothing
to go cower
in the basement for.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
it is so still here.
until the planes
fly over heard. they dont
scare me like they did
when i was a boy.
but boy could they
put fear in the heart
of a youngster.
i never thought
id miss cowering
in the basement.
home will
spit me out again,
freshly chewed.
still staring at the buildings
like they might topple right over.
i will make the world love me
if its the last thing i do.
i dont care how
but it will.
i refuse to be the boy
in the basement.
scared of noise.
there is no crown fit
for noise.
it wears victory
like a python around
its neck.
and if noise could
die i would **** the
poison from
noise until it is but
a snake for the garden.
harmless and certainly
nothing
to go cower
in the basement for.