All the more worthwhile..
if we can stand to be with ourselves and our own company--
Words are a wealth to some, and to others a great parody..
Of the cause and causality, the great crime of humanity
is the loss of consciousness of our own reality..
Forget-me-not, you've so fallen asleep in a field of posies..
Turn the other cheek and misdirect your madness..
Your masochism ain't all that masculine..
When you stop and think..
What about the need to feel so trapped with inside
oneself, a perfect cell..Without any roofs or walls,
Handcuff my soul, although I can't see the key,
I've always known you've had the power to release me..
But, still I like it when you beat me..
Like Jesus Christ on the cross..
it was the perfect suicide--scourged and whipped..
Do it some more..I can't seem to get enough..
My guilt hangs so heavy..like a '57 Chevy, driven off
the Hollywood Hills and crashed right into the cemetery..
The prize patrol came the next day and knocked on my door..
With an over-sized check and a bouquet of flowers..
I said to them, "Get the "F" off my yard ya little bast**ds..!!"
I went back inside..the wife came up to me and said,
"Who was at the door my dear..?" I said, "It makes no never mind,
I think you should grab me a beer.."
Sin is to some, what candy is to a baby..
I can take it from you just as easily..
It's fun in the Sun, my tattoo get's a tan
my hair is brown and my soul is blonde, that's why I always
keep falling down..That's why they're always coming after me..
Maybe I'm blind or maybe I'm dumb..Maybe I've sat in front of the
TV too long..
I've fallen prey to the will of others.."Here now my son,
come back to your room..lay down on your bed, and take off your
crown of thorns.."
"You're such a pill Father, I've always liked your meatloaf
and mashed potatoes.."
The only thing perverse in this "Life", is that it has to end..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
May 18, 2014
1848 hours
copy rights reserved 2014
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