Words from my mind, Words from my soul
when I relax and let the pen take control.
Letting my stressed out mind slack.
As my imagination moves on the attack.
Letting my feet and mind run free
and giving you a glimpse of me.
For no one else has glanced
and knows the weird ways I've danced.
Letting all the stress drift far away
No matter what he or you do or say
Words still don't mean shit.
So I'll just grab a pillow and sit.
Chill on down alone with my pen and book
and sit back and let my brain imaginably cook.
After the realization the outside world sucks
with all their kamikaze cars and trucks.
Ruining the earth with our fumes.
Soon the whole world will have to be exhumed.

06/14/1999

Posted on 12/15/2003
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