This Poem was Submitted By: Nicholas William Roberts On Date: 2001-09-15 12:36:24 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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attempts are what matter right hallmark card processions but with malcontent I aint mad tried for so long and will continue monopoly endevors turn all this paper money real buy back salvation if I could put up hotels and let others feed also but no Park place, but projects the true heart and soul of this nation wailing street truth parched lungs filled with carcinogen parables hanging from my lips with all sincerity join the crowd done recruited me with birth upon pavement head smacked one too many times now I fein to bleed to feel all the more to make clouds cry and wind change direction brush my face every third Tuesday cookin reality out of faded labeled cans can’t read anymore, but whats the difference don’t need to know were it came from know where its goin where I’m goin right here let the scenery change around me and I’ll just record it all write it with chicken bones and stale wine MGM you spend too much money on false realities playing games you consider noble well we all have to go back outside after the credits don’t we so I’ll just stay out here wait for a crowd to join in light fires and sing geometry music how its all connected rays of sunlight on all our forheads dirty or clean

Copyright © September 2001 Nicholas William Roberts


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