that one poem
it's always on
the tip of my brain
trying to reach it
before it drives me insane
that's what my sofa is for
my analyis always complains
cheaper by the dozen
group rates..
should it be..
that this society
rests in the hands
of an oligarchy
just staring at the sky
ever notice how it's
cracked up inside
finding the pieces
before we all die
the darkest days lie ahead
just a sample a bitter taste
of the moldiest bread
something not even
the rats can stomach
something to pass the time away
I hear the bells tolling
hold my hand dear darling one
as were mowed down
and our bodies lay naked
on the ground..
evil is allowed
goodness stood by
and the maker
the dreamtaker..
tears of blood
caked over her eyes
goodbye goodbye
sweetish sunshine
