he stands, idle-minded
emptying the warm change from his pockets
with those filthy
hands of his

and he's got nothing
to say to me
and not a penny
to offer me

i'm insensitive and i am only growing worse
my candied heart a rotten sweet
and your candied tongue, a new antagonistic plot

04/22/2004

Posted on 04/22/2004
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