Monday, August 24, 2009


The midnight oil
Burns my nose
Should invest in condos
When I have $100000,
Tired of walking around these old halls
Well my lady lays in bed
Being eaten by flies.

Tired in my bones
The invigorating wind
To far away for me to touch
I sit alone collecting thoughts
To give to you
Like a rotting bouquet
Waiting for the sunlight.

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