Exponential

Apr 16, 2005 16:10

Racing in my car in November
Running so fast from September
These streetlights stop
Catch me; keep me
From getting to where I need.
Driving right down Serenity
I pull into familiar Stupidity
My car spins out of control
losing sight of the familiar road
My hand jerks hard on the door
Trying pry my way to safey.

My car flips straight to the edge
Pummeling downward toward the sea
Jagged rocks catch the frail humanity and steel
right into enternity.

My rotting corpse looks so funny
burning in the paper on a sunday.
Everyone writes in to the editor
But not about me
Not about me.
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