there is a
way,
a truth,
and a light,
and
I'm often
reminded,
it isn't mine.
there is a tradition
and a constitution,
gods in powder wigs
talking through their
wooden teeth,
and I'm often reminded
my thoughts are fiction.
all new friends are quickly
old,
all parents
die of heart attacks
after analyzing high crimes.
there is a
way,
a truth,
and a light,
and
I'm often
reminded,
it's outta my sight.
there is a piece of Anna's hair in my teeth,
there are blackbirds circling in a hollow sky,
and I'm supposed to have no doubts,
and I'm supposed to avoid shouts.
all babes get slutty or drown in bongwater,
and I'm expected to call them cute,
all patterns have a strange affinity for ******* me,
and all love is adrift in a staggering, stagnate sea.
there is a
way,
a truth,
and a light,
and
I'm often
reminded,
I'm out of line.
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 11:17 AM UTC
there is a
way,
a truth,
and a light,
and
I'm often
reminded,
it isn't mine.
there is a tradition
and a constitution,
gods in powder wigs
talking through their
wooden teeth,
and I'm often reminded
my thoughts are fiction.
all new friends are quickly
old,
all parents
die of heart attacks
after analyzing high crimes.
there is a
way,
a truth,
and a light,
and
I'm often
reminded,
it's outta my sight.
there is a piece of Anna's hair in my teeth,
there are blackbirds circling in a hollow sky,
and I'm supposed to have no doubts,
and I'm supposed to avoid shouts.
all babes get slutty or drown in bongwater,
and I'm expected to call them cute,
all patterns have a strange affinity for ******* me,
and all love is adrift in a staggering, stagnate sea.
there is a
way,
a truth,
and a light,
and
I'm often
reminded,
I'm out of line.
Copyright 2010 by J. J. Hutton
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