And who was I kidding
Empowerement comes from whomever controls you

Staring down that dark pipe
I can barely make out that beautiful eye
Like marbles with more color

But the pipe is shit
and grease is dripping all over my steel-toe boots

How long can I stand here
and why do you never blink
Whats it like over there
and who runs your tight ship
Fuck introspective

The eye is not mine
Try writing for someone else for a change
Pills are starting to line your eyebrows
and you still wear osh-kosh-bi-gosh

Back to the eye
The pipe began to expand
Any second now I'll be able to see her whole face

Over there I bet you dream of more dreams
So special I know you don't even fuck

As the pipe begins to close
I realize again what I alread knew

My end will never open up
I'll never be able to grab you by the throat and kiss the shit out of you

And If I ever made it there
The newspapers would read
THIS IS HOW SCARS ARE MADE
A report on untamed love
by Dick Knowitall

So as I crouch down
to attach these knives to the tips of my boots
I'm stuck wearing this clown suit
And makeup is still dripping from my face

I suppose I'll spend and eternity down here
Kicking myself in the head

05/04/2007

Posted on 05/04/2007
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