Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Ready or not it's still bad for you

But so is everything else.



It would be faster to suck on a tail pipe though

I could sit here, idle, or I could row

I can't' believe how positive everyone seems

Pure white light, such radiant beams


There was a time when I was the only positive person I knew

Where I couldn't fathom that sort of blue

and now I'm secretly stuck in a constant state

of what I can only call sudden hate


I'd say more, but I can't.

The words are still froth

dissolving on the tip of my chin

to be licked away by my present day

Why bother, what's really to say


It wouldn't matter anyway


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