Poem for January 7th, 2009
it's 2009 and I'm 22
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child with lego game with action figure hands is me is you
speak of gods and monster and how
they are often mistaken as the same thing like parents
like people like business partners
the school bus steeple has wheels with your face
round and round in your name looking at the freeway from rush hour on your lunchbreak
we are entropy with a home address and a heart so full of wanting to love
line your room with pillowcases and call it a morgue
call it everything you need, hang a picture of a sailer's ship at sea
have you ever seen the ocean? been out on the ocean?
for a sad pathetic child you smile a lot and are very happy
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child with lego game with action figure hands is me is you
speak of gods and monster and how
they are often mistaken as the same thing like parents
like people like business partners
the school bus steeple has wheels with your face
round and round in your name looking at the freeway from rush hour on your lunchbreak
we are entropy with a home address and a heart so full of wanting to love
line your room with pillowcases and call it a morgue
call it everything you need, hang a picture of a sailer's ship at sea
have you ever seen the ocean? been out on the ocean?
for a sad pathetic child you smile a lot and are very happy