oh lord lord take my home
my car
every qualm
I ever had about getting up
in the morning
oh lord lord ticking away my time
seeing my body decay
splayed
displayed for sale in the butcher's window
oh lord lord how about
a love poem
without a skeleton lurking
somewhere underneath
a happy ending
that isn't followed
by another disaster
a clear tear on a beer
rolling down without melancholy
Any fool can think. The real trick is to unthink. TRUST NO ONE WHO HAS MORE ANSWERS THAN QUESTIONS...we are trapped in a forest of lies... and time has come to burn it down!!! Only takes one well placed torch...
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