Want To Know Me
fun at my own expense
funny cause its true
do what they told me
sit on my own fence
spit in buckets
be disgusted
worth millions
tossing it onto the artists of the horror movie generation
brother of jail taught me how to spit
on the terrorists scaring little kids
in the buckets they go round
round and round
for the one worth it
so i just sit here on my fence pointing blindly
do you want to know me?
Everyday the same routine
the same game i play with myself to inrteract with opthers
hoping they will remember me among their interactions with another
for something good to be remembered
a night of thirteens bel;ls and the mystery of how
when there was no envelopes in all of town square
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010
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