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These Days

There is no snow, a left turn is a careening roll

7, 8, 9 times, all along the road

Until the carriage turns over and makes us again feel whole

We count the moments that it stays, before it encrypts code

Juxtapose, lizards and rats, seagulls and bats

The underlying message is psychological attack

And when she opened up her mouth she let out a hack

So devastating and depressing that she turned and spat

 

These old bones and these old dreams are a glimpse of what's passed

And though the skies are turning gray, the blues, in mind, will last

A silver lining is a metaphor, it's never really been

A line designed to separate the sadness from the sin

My friends tell me I am a crosswalk between truth and hate

But in the end the truth is those who despise can relate

Detesting the human race is something worth the time

That's taken to reflect on my stubborn, fizzled mind

 

A shotgun is all we need to see the light of day

And one bullet is all it takes for them to steal it away

So grab your jewelry and your cash and clip them to your vest

Because your family wants to know the score when you lay to rest

Faultless isn't really a word, thoughtless is a theology

You say spell cat, I say spell Keynesian economy

Aristotle spent years trying to prove epistemology

Existentialism wiped him out with one written dichotomy.

 

Waiting for my ride to get to the drop of dreams

And when I take just enough I will be caught up in screams

The world around is shaking violently and everything gleams

And the golden from the sunshine on the buildings are my streams

I want to lie in branches made of paper and long legs

Keeping our eyes open, we're all stepping over eggs

Is it any wonder why my strife and struggles bleed?

A warm body and an acid bath are all I truly need.

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Feb 17, 2011
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(c) Ryan Bowdish 2010-2011

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