Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Better

Why would i sit here,
so still,
very very.
what?
I can't consume like they want me to?
possibly,
it's possible.
Improbably
a problem
says I
megaphone hand held
louder good man, louder
My streets are cleaner than yours.
I hold that over your head.
What?
I'm conforming like they want me to.
So high above your head there's pavement falling in your eyes.
My pavement can cure blindness.
Evangelical gravel.
What?!
I can't breed like they want me to!
I read the small print.
"come on man, you know it ain't like that?"
Like that?! Like THAT?! You're like that!
That's what that tag means.
I read the small print.
Why would I sit here,
so still
very very.
I'm not right for them.
What?!
Not right for them.

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