This isn't perspective. It is the truth.
but what about the people doing time?
I'm free to grow,
And walk as far as I want to.
Infatuated, he tries to make sight relevant to the things you can do with money,
But they never fit together.
Fogies are postage stamps,
Walking isn't old fashioned.
He needs to define the word blind,
Because I'm not it.
This isn't perspective,
It is the truth.
That's too bad he can't cure his incompetence from within,
Somebody caught the bus,
And isn't coming home.
Maybe one day he'll grow up,
But I'm not waiting for him to.
At least somebody else is grown enough to give me my shoes.
At least I'm not stirring up any controversy,
Poetry by Vanna "Smokie" Song
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Written on 2006-08-31 at 04:26
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Bus 594
He thinks I'm born into confinement,but what about the people doing time?
I'm free to grow,
And walk as far as I want to.
Infatuated, he tries to make sight relevant to the things you can do with money,
But they never fit together.
Fogies are postage stamps,
Walking isn't old fashioned.
He needs to define the word blind,
Because I'm not it.
This isn't perspective,
It is the truth.
That's too bad he can't cure his incompetence from within,
Somebody caught the bus,
And isn't coming home.
Maybe one day he'll grow up,
But I'm not waiting for him to.
At least somebody else is grown enough to give me my shoes.
At least I'm not stirring up any controversy,
Poetry by Vanna "Smokie" Song
Read 623 times
Written on 2006-08-31 at 04:26
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