All In A Row
By Mike Lane
Just what good is having thick skin- When I have eyes and ears that all of the world come right in- Eyes that see- Even when they are closed- Ears that still hear- Even when there is no sound at all- I run from these monsters- Their lies clinging to my clothes- The certain smell of death exposed- They sit there with big smiles on their faces- All in a row- Right angles and perfect circles all in tow- They glow, they chant- They pat each other on the back- Just what is it these monsters want from me- Am, I way too big or far too small- Am I too smart or not at all- Am I too cold hearted or do I bleed too much- Am I too new or too old as such- Too meek and mild or too bold- Do I question too much, or should I not at all- Just what is it these monsters want me to be- And as I try to sleep this night, still I want to know- Where are the "get rich quick" schemes for their souls- Written October 18th, 2001 © on Oct 18 2001 09:11 AM PST 0 • 1
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