Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Words...



i got these things crawling all over me... they're like ants on their way home from the pub. all jumbled and chaotic. i can't keep them ordered or following one another in a straight line as destiny dictates for them. they wander, they squander, they make me ashamed. i try to tame them but they scream, they shout, they beg forgiveness... then the drunken fools fall over and look at me to blame. they make me itch, they make me scratch and when i do the little buggers are harder to catch. look at you as you look at me watching you fall over your punctuation. i need an out, somewhere to hide and someone to take me away... anyone, anything, just something to take me away...

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