Exscuse me

by Lily   Sep 15, 2006


Possible is really
what i was thinking
more of-
getting the dirt from my eye
death row for bird flu
there really is no need
to make no sense
reaching for a tissue
there really is dirt in my eye
the stench of out of date dog-food
believing the plane wont crash
only now having the guts to get on
or maybe just to take the turning to the air port
a beach towel Stained with Tango
again,
another set back from getting the dirt out
of my eye
Gothic rock starts munching on carrot
sticks
odd sight
who would let there six year old daughter
walk around in that?
i know *hores who look....
sorry
getting carried away
finding old photos
I could see them only the
dirt\'s eating away at my eye
different Souroundings
a huge leap in time
yet my nose seems to carry on
running.
sweat is running down the back of my neck
the channel is stuck
on \' Deal or no Deal
and I\'ve JUST been asked
how did the dirt even
get in my eye.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Lily

    Once again another apoligie...
    was rather high when i worte this, It makes sence to me = )