Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Post Office
Delivered from anger,
Enveloped in hate,
Stamped by a stranger,
Mailed at a rate.
…
Delivered in a box,
Wrapped in plastic,
Tucked away
In anger,
Awaiting the pick up.
Enveloped, scrunched,
Crumpled paper.
No return address,
Just, hate.
Stamped and sent
With no disregard.
Mailed at a rate.
Just carelessly thrown
In a blue box.
Where am I going?
May 9, 2005
Suge
Enveloped in hate,
Stamped by a stranger,
Mailed at a rate.
…
Delivered in a box,
Wrapped in plastic,
Tucked away
In anger,
Awaiting the pick up.
Enveloped, scrunched,
Crumpled paper.
No return address,
Just, hate.
Stamped and sent
With no disregard.
Mailed at a rate.
Just carelessly thrown
In a blue box.
Where am I going?
May 9, 2005
Suge
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