The words you don't say, I hear.
I hear them loud and
Clear.
The words you uttered from afar,
I hear them days later,
Tomorrow
Is a good day to write but today
Is a good day to
Die.
You mutter obscene words to me
In your sleep and I hear them
Today.
You wouldn't understand the roles of mischief in reverse.
12-3-03
Suge
*I know what you tried to do, you tried to make sense of this poem. Well, tell me what you think it means because I dunno.