The bitter taste of poison on my lips.
Tracing your smile with my fingertips.
Resources tactful and a game that’s strong
and a way to make it so your never in the wrong.
Apologize for everything you really meant to do
and then treat me like I’m the one who really knew.
Smile in contempt at what you have made
and try to get a refund after you’ve already paid.
Call around to spread the dreadful word
and tell them all the secrets that you’ve herd.
Ask around to see how I’m reacting
and do all your reclusive mental hacking..

10/16/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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