Words never spoke, never leaving the page
Letting us know our reality from our age.
Dreams never talked about but dwelling
Night alone, and no ones telling..
Work it off over your best hours
and pay heed to the higher powers..
Sell the shots to the balers
and back up from the closed fisted brawlers.
No fight today for the meek
since a lingering scar is not what we seek.
No more rejection able nature for the kids
just lots of more types of acid’s..
Drop it on the line and call it fake
and tell them all that life’s a piece of cake..

09/12/2003

Posted on 09/12/2003
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