Age
Is a wall
Tagged with anvils
Wishing to fall
But hanging in gravity
Fighting naked
She scratched anyone
Who got in her view
But the old guy named blue
Took her by the arm
Flying her to her rightful home
Trying harder these days
Never felt
So difficult
At times I wonder
Out loud or in silence
If I should have joined
A ******* cult
Maybe then
And only then
I'd make sense
Within the confines
Of designed order
Competition
Can be wicked
If the competitors
Sincerely care and desire
For the red ribbon
At the end of the concrete road
Forgetting daily
That you are in love
Is a bad thing to say
At the end of a night
Or at the start of the day
Prohibition never lasted
For America
And all of its glory
Is a Promised Land
As long as you pay with dollars
And are filled with
A mind full of sand
Tomorrow
If I awaken to a morn'
Old Knox's Gold will shine
Worn tough by the filthy rich
And in two days
A reader won't finish these lines
As my life diminishes while kicking
With steel tipped taps
To be young
To be old
Never made a matter
For the fun we had when we were children
Now seems like ancient memories
Whether staring into the soul of the sun
Or being held captive by Ghengis Kahn's son
If your lover happens to be holding the gun
Your done
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 6:59 PM UTC
Age
Is a wall
Tagged with anvils
Wishing to fall
But hanging in gravity
Fighting naked
She scratched anyone
Who got in her view
But the old guy named blue
Took her by the arm
Flying her to her rightful home
Trying harder these days
Never felt
So difficult
At times I wonder
Out loud or in silence
If I should have joined
A ******* cult
Maybe then
And only then
I'd make sense
Within the confines
Of designed order
Competition
Can be wicked
If the competitors
Sincerely care and desire
For the red ribbon
At the end of the concrete road
Forgetting daily
That you are in love
Is a bad thing to say
At the end of a night
Or at the start of the day
Prohibition never lasted
For America
And all of its glory
Is a Promised Land
As long as you pay with dollars
And are filled with
A mind full of sand
Tomorrow
If I awaken to a morn'
Old Knox's Gold will shine
Worn tough by the filthy rich
And in two days
A reader won't finish these lines
As my life diminishes while kicking
With steel tipped taps
To be young
To be old
Never made a matter
For the fun we had when we were children
Now seems like ancient memories
Whether staring into the soul of the sun
Or being held captive by Ghengis Kahn's son
If your lover happens to be holding the gun
Your done