Oh, you are sorry and we're sad,
When the piper comes to town,


Convoluted




Your intent is selfish ,
Though you do not know it,

Convoluted motivations,
But still you stick the needle in,

Flying and crashing,
Families and kin,

Won't keep you,
From sticking the needle in,

Oh, you are sorry and we're sad,
When the piper comes to town,

And the money that you steal,
Is not that which is found,

And still you stick the needle in,
Polacia and sociolies,

Come to change your ways,
And you get clean and sober,

For just a couple of days,
And then you'll stick the needle in again,

Running in Morbiditie's circle,
Flames taking your heart,

Cooling into cold ash,
Uncaring, unfeeling,

Not healing,
And sticking the needle in,

And so it goes,
It begins once again...

You,
Sticking the needle in.





Poetry by W. Burkholder
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 16:24

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