The only worthy
are those who sit in the back of the house.
The others wait for their death bed.
Crying for savior.
The best part is the simplicity.
No one to impress, out dress, or set a precedent
Just an appropriate cold.
Reckless banter.
Leaving struggle to the conflicted man.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Scribbles
So what do I think of town?
A wretched dump.
The subsidiary of the majority of America's cities.
Culture and values may vary.
The mundane lifestyle remains repetitious.
Kicking back on our lazyboys and ingesting the daily routine.
Occasionally some choose to stand.
More often than not with inflated egos.
A woman tried to sell me Jesus this morning.
I told her I've heard that story before.
The things that make me happy:
The innocence of a small child.
Tiny bits of affection from my love.
A cigarette after my tacos.
I am not particularly interested in you or your brand.
With careful consideration I withdraw my heed.
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