July 7, 2010
sometimes you and i get tangled
yes, somehow, are faces mangled.
a dog, or a cat person.
a gross, dissected persona.
a mangy, little beast starving for life.
you are, above all else, the only thing,
and tomorrow you will see
what this world is going to bring.
revelations, salutations, this nation,
and the bible is part magic.
just accept it.
see you later pretty girl.
your eyes are quick.
see you soon pretty girl.
take your pick.
you and i are definitely tangled.
crazy, idiotic ideas, all newfangled.
a monkey, or a fish
a bird, or a snitch.
and the eleven percent of your brain-
use it wisely, or just go insane.
but if you say i don’t know what i can do.
you say i can bend reality, it’s nothing new.
then he can walk on water,
and i can curb your thoughts.
and put your focus on my chest,
i’ve done my best.
you pretty little thing.
you’re such a pretty little thing.
be happy.
be happy little thing.
there’s one thing i know.
for sure i know.
you’ve got miles to go.
