What might you
say..as I slowly
wither and decay
A moments sweet
green field day
of tossed salad
and words that
come out and play
Drifting so subtlely
and guided on
some might say
Sadly and solemnly
Bewildered in an
emptyness of
broken toys and
lack luster
bittersweet mustard
tastes ok..
Wouldn't you say
Stop looking through
the outside in
Come inside where
it's warm and
full of psycho candy
Superimposed sin
Just pretend you
just swallowed
some medicine
saccahrine sweet
Time waits for
no man..for the
man or the clown
The show must go on..
By Rick Weber
August 15, 2011
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