" A Rose"

Kissing a rose is such an innocent boy
who is not aware at all he's a picture
gone and dead in India of dusty plants and streets
i miss the pointless activity it produced so much
of what you want oh universe i've bled you a book
gold on the hoof creation is its own reward pity
the alarm clock slaves the t.v. slaves society slaves
those who want and want yet do not have what they want and want
seems new when its you but its almost as old as rock
maybe even that is what rock is excreted mind getting cold
space is the place of chaos and fractals are what we are
perhaps if the door opens we'll see a little hamster running
on a treadmill look in the mirror at your furry face
but heh if you earn enough dough to buy apple pie
a la mode move those little legs baby faster is better
if that's your bag you're holding the key to every door is
right here all the time it feels good to be a doorman
open wide and run like hell works for some but i'm a walker
with pointed teeth crawling inside a haunted tree saw it
saw you see you used to hate you cuz you showed me myself
not a perfect me in not a perfect world imperfections everywhere
all the time part of the view not all of it do i deny south by looking
north no but if i needed to go south i need to go for it okay but
till then north is cool just point the brain and it automatically
does the rest if its working right that is right to live right to breath
for now gone any second maybe if i work hard enough or yell loud enough
or drink shoot-up pop smoke enough crack i won't notice when it happens