Autumn Falling
cry me a river
give me an indian giver,maybe i can fix him
think of the thought,the store you bought could feed a thousand towns
with the food you leave lying around. you could do art in the world,
marry a pretty girl to the turn of food she do marry,even carry in her eyes.
its the prize and the dice is thrown?this much we know,we can keep two,you and
the truth,when you marry it we do.i know of the earth turn and hunger
burning,sure i was fit for command to every man who had a plan.he would look in
my eyes and size me up,but he didnt think of the crux of the theft of dinner and
whats left.its hard in the middle class to be that picture in the mind,when i find
candy bars dancing in my thoughts when i rest.chest full of air and thats what you
get to eat. when we seen this girl on second street,of course i was too tired and
hungry to pursue her,to my hunger peanut butter and jelly will never do her,so i
just willed her to happen and despite the laughing in my mind,i find were still
friends,me and her,but there was no word of sex or even second best,it was
less,just friends.to the end i go,i worked and held a job,kept my room a slob,but it
was prop up and starvation,like the middle class across this nation.it takes em
no time to help,to release us from our hell.then,bask in the glow and let me know
how a ferrarri goes or my favorite group has a Cd on the loose.wait till im fed and
have my own bed then tell me you need me at your show or in iraq,then ill find the
facts do meet.give relief on summer street.
Copyright © Chris Bowen | Year Posted 2008
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