Poetic War Codes of Suspicious Behaviour
Body a box, box on wheels for this marble
marble of a mind
sphere of influence
influence on overdrive
slow down your mind
boxing your mind, closed wide
nice and close, closer than before to the undersatnding
of a new prpose, when midlife pointlessness, and automatic inner battles rage,
fighting with me, and whats real
inbetween where everything hurts,
ohnestly
does the pain ever fade
look at her doll house
look at her kitchen
we look like we're doin all right
the boys keep fighting
fighting
something getting the best of you
girls not consuming
consuming the substance of testotserone
making us mean
they have learned to be mothering
mothering and they will see the blind who lead
are the examples of those, are not decieving, but promises of gold
promises of gold
promise yourself
your promise land lies in body mind and soul
and from their your sphere of influence will be your own
the saints may come to save you
Medication wont fix me, the drugs just do the same thing,
lie to myself
i lie to myself to shelter myself, scared to do whatit might take, scared to do what i might
have to, desperate m,easures, arms away, desperate measures a foot away
desperate houswives
desperate mom and dads
desperate society o crooked towns the crookd hallway, in the crooked house, on my crooked
street, the crooked block it was on in a crooked town where the war was with drugs
unravelling the chase of the goose
you thionk your gonna get away poisoning our families
under rug swept
we are a team
we play this game against you
on the computer
trhis code we learn tell s the cia
where we say it go down and your liscence plate
i'll get my award on ebay
they have been planning this for years, its not a sattelite, the things they sing a puzzle to
figure out for your reward one day, if youd send fan mail, see it theuir way
Send away all of my fanmail and join the generation, try to figure out the next message
of what your saying, i think your trying to warn me
maybe, your trying to reward me, i think you all do, fit together, a game fo r all fools, but is
it safe to figure you out
am i allowed cause i dont think soo
\my instinmct tells me not to
but there needs to be a cover up
if i have to live with it
id rather have it under rug swept
if i have to
ill do it
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010
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