there are cracks in the ceiling, they
need some sealing
there are cracks in the sidewalk, running
through drawings in chalk
cracks, cracks, cracks
(we) make cracks about your heritage
(they) make cracks about your nerdiness
and love of books
and someday soon, you’ll crack
like the egg from which you were hatched
it came before the chicken!
and now you’ve turned to crack,
the rocks your last lifeline:
a sure sign
of your own self-destruction.
(hah, when you used to so criticize self-mutilation)
| geez how does something so light and funny,spunky if you will,end up so heavy?|
could be a life message there i suppose.
"life is a [censored]" or something.
you really had me going,grin on my face and all.
and then a slap to the face.
thats just mean.
well i guess if thats what you were going for,well done.
|| Posted on 2007-11-02 00:00:00 | by eno1 | [ Reply to This ] |