Monday, November 12, 2007

Class

We don't want to hear your excuses, s***. happens.
You hold up a stack of tardy slips. ha.

Want matters to you, matters to me
You want social acceptance, ironically I want the same

The bland modernism of monotone in your voice
gives me the decision to never speak in your calss again.

I will write, I will be silent, but I will yell.
Screaming my silence through words

the humor, I am begining to write

2 comments:

Іванченко said...

the verge of collapse, nobody on the right track
keep minds separated from the loss of attack
villainous and absurd, mouths shut can't be fed
nor can one that talks too much
how will you rise above the luck?
by what process will you induct?
and how shall you influence the surge
forcing their minds to accomplish the splurge
of sanctity and humility, a perfect harmony
balance out the objectives you see
and it will all come with clarity
never forget to evaporate slowly
but your voice can count more than you credit
and you must never silence it
for soon enough the war will begin
you are already a part of it, so grin
vocal chords and aural pleasure is no sin
reform and maybe even rebirth
will send this place to a new perch.
mocking bird.


~Remember Lorca, Poe, Dostoevsky, Kerouac, Kesey, Vallejo, and Cassidy.

Love,
Digress.

sistermaryclarence said...

excellent. show them whats up. blow them away.

yEStERYEar