The All of It All
I wanna be the dog,
I don't bark I just bite,
I am the sin of delight,
I am the loser that fights.
I wanna be the bird,
flying over the dead,
dropping crap like raindrops
pouring down on your head.
I wanna be the bee,
the bee that stings,
I am the smallest of parts,
I am the whole of all things.
I wanna be the bird,
I wanna be the bird,
I wanna be the bird,
I wanna be the bird.
I wanna be the dirt,
the filth of the earth,
the leaves of grass,
let me know what I'm worth.
I wanna be the stench,
of the rotting flesh,
I am annointed, I'm chosen,
I shall bless and possess.
I wanna be the rule,
you would die to abide,
I am the the dark, the impulse,
the places you hide.
I wanna be the present,
that lives in the past,
I am living to learn,
I am living to fast.
I wanna be.
Copyright © Joe Fisher | Year Posted 2010
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