pancake suicide
glory holes
makes no sense
in my candied sunshine jelly roll
children running in the rain
bombs fall like tear drops of pain
makes no reason why God
loves those who follow and disregards
others..the many hands at the push
of a button I so like to feel the blood
rush to my brain..I can take or leave
it if I try..There will always be tension
with you my love it's as clear as
the condom left on the rug..
I'll fix one thing in your life
and then another as soon as it
starts to looking good again
you bring up my mother..
Jesus walks sideways and the
chain he drags is simply a joint
tossed out before the cops arrive
and then so soon lights another..
You will always distract the detractors
and make me feel like there's a realism,
a truism, a belief to follow..
But, sadly,there is no one,but you to
ask the question,"Why is there life at all?"
~~the end
By Rick Weber
March 15, 2013
copywritten
"Pakistani suicide"
2013
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