I would so give a ****
I'd give you all my time.
I'd give of you my pocket,
quarters, nickles, dimes.
I'd tell you that I care.
Ideas and conversations.
So we can,
but split our hairs.
Ours is but imagine.
But it really doesn't matter
No one really cares.
For you can, but tell a truth.
Or lie with purple die.
A drug that made me
See the truth.
The rot upon the rye.
They can call.
Come now,
Be us,
The rust of sicophants .
With love of self
Such self romance.
For philistines don't cry.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
I would so give a ****
I'd give you all my time.
I'd give of you my pocket,
quarters, nickles, dimes.
I'd tell you that I care.
Ideas and conversations.
So we can,
but split our hairs.
Ours is but imagine.
But it really doesn't matter
No one really cares.
For you can, but tell a truth.
Or lie with purple die.
A drug that made me
See the truth.
The rot upon the rye.
They can call.
Come now,
Be us,
The rust of sicophants .
With love of self
Such self romance.
For philistines don't cry.