Absent Minded
Strategic Garbage
Ever since i figured the FBI
were going through my trash
i became more carefull with what i placed in the garbage
A coffee pot
with twent packs of cigarettes
an empty box of special K
a bunch of broken candles
and i write over the cigarettes
point three miligrmas less please of nicotine
Ever since i figureds out they were going through my trash
i began being more strategic in what i kept and what i threw away
a red shirt with a red hat and a red pair of pants
but a balck file with a yellow smiley face on it
in the mids of cigarette butts and empty boxes of heart shaped bokes
Ever since i figured out they were going through my trash
i began playing a different game
Its hard to throw away some of my favorite things to induce the parania
of mankinds bad intentions and the light in the garbaged mataphor for a prayer unto them
that i am not worth the time
so here is your metaphor for what the future hold sfor you
found in the trash
and i know you couldn't help but put it all on file!
so here it is one day
to be a poem
of coffee pots and cigarette buts
and heartshaped boxes and broken candles
of golden drops of hope and little nbotes
to bums who know too much
amongst empty bottles
and I know
i don't throw out my garbage often enough
it takes months to figure out my next
collective puzzle to you the garmabe man
that might end up in the dump
but either way i win
if you find it and figure out my metaphor for aprayer we win
if you discover how it was meant to be sent
to a terrible place to rot
and thats where that energy goes we win too
either way
i am the media man
looking through my toothepaste drawer
and comic strips of shoe boxes
and things i never wanted to miss
for you to pick up and deliver me from nothing to the history of what if
and so you could discover metaphorical garbage
and the truth that lies in the ignorance and the bliss
should i have just let it rot?
were going through my trash
i became more carefull with what i placed in the garbage
A coffee pot
with twent packs of cigarettes
an empty box of special K
a bunch of broken candles
and i write over the cigarettes
point three miligrmas less please of nicotine
Ever since i figureds out they were going through my trash
i began being more strategic in what i kept and what i threw away
a red shirt with a red hat and a red pair of pants
but a balck file with a yellow smiley face on it
in the mids of cigarette butts and empty boxes of heart shaped bokes
Ever since i figured out they were going through my trash
i began playing a different game
Its hard to throw away some of my favorite things to induce the parania
of mankinds bad intentions and the light in the garbaged mataphor for a prayer unto them
that i am not worth the time
so here is your metaphor for what the future hold sfor you
found in the trash
and i know you couldn't help but put it all on file!
so here it is one day
to be a poem
of coffee pots and cigarette buts
and heartshaped boxes and broken candles
of golden drops of hope and little nbotes
to bums who know too much
amongst empty bottles
and I know
i don't throw out my garbage often enough
it takes months to figure out my next
collective puzzle to you the garmabe man
that might end up in the dump
but either way i win
if you find it and figure out my metaphor for aprayer we win
if you discover how it was meant to be sent
to a terrible place to rot
and thats where that energy goes we win too
either way
i am the media man
looking through my toothepaste drawer
and comic strips of shoe boxes
and things i never wanted to miss
for you to pick up and deliver me from nothing to the history of what if
and so you could discover metaphorical garbage
and the truth that lies in the ignorance and the bliss
should i have just let it rot?
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Strategic Garbage
Strategic Garbage