Funny, how the thing you love turns sour
When its back is broken and the rug pulled
Clear, exposing hard surfaces to deal with
The staircase leads to the decision maker or
The messenger; doling out the ‘nothing personal’
You see, we’re expendable, wrecked through loyalty
It didn’t work despite extreme effort; when they
Look at us anger wells up spitting, encircling
Their heads
A glimmer of something like understanding
Scrapes their tongues, doesn’t quite meet the
Mark or hit the spot and sticks in their mouths
We knew before they did
See through
Substance missing
Finished
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 2:42 PM UTC
Funny, how the thing you love turns sour
When its back is broken and the rug pulled
Clear, exposing hard surfaces to deal with
The staircase leads to the decision maker or
The messenger; doling out the ‘nothing personal’
You see, we’re expendable, wrecked through loyalty
It didn’t work despite extreme effort; when they
Look at us anger wells up spitting, encircling
Their heads
A glimmer of something like understanding
Scrapes their tongues, doesn’t quite meet the
Mark or hit the spot and sticks in their mouths
We knew before they did
See through
Substance missing
Finished
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