Not exactly to the point of puke
but somewhere near that realm of
bubbling possibility I falter

I hide on my side of the street
Too ethnically retarded to cross
and mingle through this jungle
To get to you

It's really Detroit for us

I'm engulfed in the simplistic behavior of
laboratory jackets
Smells like the acidic waves of yesteryear

Remember that you fucker
The head bashing in the downstairs
The one party we went to together
You always got the pretty ones
And the one that wasn't
always gave it up

Now that the Earth has burned and we out here
just winging it
I can tell you about her
The one that got away

You knew Silvia right
The wheelchair prisoned
angel...

02/07/2008

Author's Note: You could balance planets on my concentration!

Posted on 02/08/2008
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