Nothings
Speaking everything
Loudly in their
Do-it-this-way-you're-wrong
Bitchy nothingspeak
Listen as it blasts
Just like the car radio
2 blocks away
Sit back
Tune some of it out
You won't be able
No one ever can
Slowly it penetrates your already throbbing skull
Making it seem intolerable
When it's so much worse
Melting down what IQ is left
Soft and squishy like Jello
.....mmm.....jello......

06/12/2002

Posted on 06/12/2002
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