I'm not listening
not anymore. The bad words,
the insanities,
the hidden motives,
all that from your smiling lips
as you take me down,
assuring me, oh
rest easy, easy does it,
take it just like that,
that is what you say
as I walk straight on into
that God rotted wall.
October 7, 2010 7:27 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.