Food For Senseless Thought
Slap wrist theory
Can you hear me
Because I can’t see you
You better believe this is true
Brandy was actually a fine boy
And “ohh Mandy” wasn’t needed at all
“Maggie May” never did wake up
But “Oh Sandy” she did, and at the moment she’s
Stranded at the cemetery
My girl likes to think all the time
I bet you think this poem is about you
Diamond rings and gold trinkets
All that which is not gold is gone
Before dawn
And its early rising
Fire in the sky
And dead men on the ground
Earth’s soil is decomposed human flesh
And manure is food for the taking
Swallow your pride
Choke on your shallow depth
It’s fun
Because it’s something new
It’s new because you forgot about it
Logic is nonsense
And your thought’s not even worth a penny
Doubt your reality
And bathe in your stupidity
Breathing in delusions
Have a compulsion to tell the truth
While dreaming of lies
So now you know
Tell me with a straight face that you can let it all go
Copyright © Catherine Collins | Year Posted 2006
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