EG. wrote:and i dont even like hot dog
(huh)... if only I could climb in to a cubicle...
and suffer through a life until it smiles at my funereal...
pile up the "used to knows" they caged me in the dark with...
till' I'm angry at the paintings on the walls of my apartment...
(I've departed... no?) so I'll sing another slow rap...
like this is for the kids with all the wrinkles in their road maps...
and this is for the kids that never get to know what a home is...
and this is for the kids without a morsel of atonement...
(close another door)... we can knock another wall out,
and the sky still standing with the top that never falls down...
watching every thought cloud, to see if I can lift all,
the pieces to the puzzle while they're drowning in the fish bowl...
EG. wrote:and i dont even like hot dog
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