I assume strangers are degenerate mongoloid putzes,
Except the pretty ones. They are well-formed, and otherwise...
I suppose I should know better.
I suppose I do, but whatever.
I take some time off of living to picture her with me
Though the only thing we'd ever find to do is disagree.
I wonder if that would be enough. Some people like it.
I wonder if all attraction is contradiction.
I've heard there's nothing completely unworth reading,
and I find that nearly everything I read can teach me something,
Though some things fail alone, and need a combination
Like, for some reason, butt rock and literary criticism.
I'm on my feet with my hands in the air,
and aside from "the music," don't know how I got there.
It's strange that a song can have that effect
When only two lines of the lyrics connect.
I have no womb, but given long enough, I give words life.
I've no Hallows, but I give life new life when I write.
I have no meaning, no purpose, merely words.
I'm for when someone is bored.
Perhaps I've lived long enough
Or just thought too much about it.
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