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I.

My bed is like a log

Your sleeping bag like a frog

My heart is like a vice

Your courage is like a mice

My jeans are like river’s silt

Your bridge took long to built

My hair is like fire and gold

Your eyes gleam because they’re bold

My dreams are like realities

Your dreams are for all to see

My computer is a faker

Your breakfast like a Quaker

My dog runs in the fields

Your cat over mice kneels

My life is debeautiful

Down halls woodeedfull

In a Wisconsin cabins magic can happen

As long as you don’t miss it through napping

Summer makes cold justified

Winter is seen in husslers’ eyes

As a time to celebrate the legalization of marajauna

Even if sometimes you don’t wanna

Accept the unaccepted

Until the same thing happens

When that little crack in hell brings all light

II.

What happens when I can’t look in?

When geese fly to Canada in the summer

South, the opposite direction

But how dare you defy me like that when we’ve been through so much

What can you expect when you don’t even care about yourself; you

Scapegoats can’t be fun

Even when it’s their fault

And the guilt falls in your lap

Shoes flying in the hall remind me of happy times

Things I can’t remember

But I still know you because we go beyond consciousness

Together we’ll beat the shit out of these halls

Where it’s all in the game

Those beginning days

That were simultaneously the days of the end

Of my inner hell

I hope this never happens to you

But sometimes I get mad when you don’t understand

Those looks are deceiving girl

What am I supposed to do now?

I mean right now, not yesterday not tomorrow

“Those stairs were once so inviting, now all that’s left is the saving.”

Write about that, Charlie Chaplin.

What does my sea green mean to you

When at the same time we don’t have a clue?

III.

Tiger’s to be tamed

Kitten’s waiting to be maimed

Clown is waiting for the rabbit,

Magician’s waiting to kick the habit

Green grass just isn’t enough sometimes

When sunshine shining is just God’s lies

What’s up with this what’s up with that

The ball is just waiting not to be whacked

 

 

 

 

 

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