Tuesday, February 09, 2010
nineteen-eighty-seven
With bangs from 1987
She tries to keep my attention
But I'm stuck in my own world
Don't worry I don't pollute
but my mind is somehow polluted
It's OK it's OK I'll enjoy the day
The only water I know is wet
What does she expect
it's been a long short life
I just want justice for my poem
how are you today
how has this world treated you
how have you treated this world
seems like you don't make waves
That's the best way to be
How about me, well
I took a nap on tornado alley
and somehow I got torn
All pain has a lesson
But I'm just guessing