-clears throat-
cradle and all
fourteenth street and the garbage swirls like a cyclone
three o'clock in the afternoon
and i am going home
f-train is full of high school students
so much shouting, so much laughter
last night's underwear
in my back pocket
sure sign of the morning after
take me home
take me home and leave me there
think i'm going to cry, i don't know why
think i'm going to sing myself a lullaby
feel free to listen
feel free to stare
rockabye baby
in the tree top
when the wind blows
cradle will rock
when the bough breaks
the cradle will fall
and down will come baby
cradle and all
youth is beauty
money is beauty
hell, beauty is beauty sometimes
it's the luck of the draw
it's the natural law
it's a joke
it's a crime
i was bored
you were bored
it was a meeting of the minds
now it's three in the afternoon
and i can't leave too soon
saying thank you, i had a nice time
-a.d.
another year has come and gone..
im supposed to feel older,
or something.
surrounding circumstances have left me
feeling all that much younger..
like a babe fully dependent on mom
i feel like crying and screaming
and throwing a little tantrum.
guess i shouldn't be left alone
with my thoughts right now..
tkae it for what you will,
but thats how i feel now so..
-shrugs- iunno.
- Nni *