Monday, March 7, 2011

i sat down with my hat on

i sat down with my hat on
but it turned into a crampon
dug into my skull a coupon
for the smile that cracks my face

i stood up with my coat on
stretched a hand that you all dote on
seeking for a boat to float on
on my way out into space

i lay back with my suit on
staring at the scene with mute on
trying hard to get my boot on
as i prep me for the race

the boot, the suit it fits on
the tunnel i entered flicks on
blowing me with all my slicks on
cutting me right to the chase

see my face, it's now got pale on
but no smiles, not where there's hale shone
that dear boat can get no sail on
to escape this wretched place

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