Alibi of the Wolf

laying in the buth tub \the rubber ducky reminds me of the yellow clock right by where mom is cooking and ticks to her internal heart substitute to perfection world what are you to someone perfect are you looking for me while im on my way of my new object to crave the letter to be sent that doesnt make sense even elephants forget gotta confess poisoned heartaches for ths eaints seal for the costantly interrupted didnt you hear what i just said for real never know go go go back to the middle spiral out from the familiar same mistake gullible self to blamed villified ignorance a bliss of friendly people the whore is not my bride she made the wolf cry she she she she cried all night she she she criep for the sheep she cried cried all night like a abanshee why why why me id never kill a sheep poor poor hunter do you believe me>? not to mention the graves of the goats never got to milk the cows beforwe youi took them to the slaughter house all the while shes licking her jaws huingry to smell your throat in bed on the floor the shadows of the eventuyal things the blindside of roadsides foglight deadlights the one thing you could do for me hush and rush down the city streets, frenzied like blindfolded kittens drunk on slumber, no milk in the bowl back in your safe routine 1, to two back to three throw them off escapee the monotony escape the monotony uncharted terriotory with a needle and thread stitch it into fabric the lessons of familiar successes from cradle to grave tried and trued measures to behave the talking of old crows of sewing circles three folds stitches to save you time overtime paid to stay what you say adds up to amount to one thing something that means nothiong to somebody somebody who doesnt care to wonder out the window how did i get here the same routine what did i learn what did i do will i pull through tie the knott and hang on familiar routine familiar routines in the books stories that lead you to happiness its like i finally see i finally see but i wont take it all on the rolling thunder the lawn needs a mowing the hedges could be trimmed but along the way home, you know the wrong turn the one with all the snake eyes the long night blindly like a hermit in his cave making wishes haunting the maountain hes trapoped in to move his mountains within his own ring of wishes he is disappearing three wishes that werent his