12 November 2008

day of the dead whore

you are my father what i have for you
head in hands to so long this world
he looks down the way it should be
look at me will you look away from her
but where do the hands belong
in your scheme this is your city
in their proper place the depths
apparently I'm not working
this is my desk only to be true
step away from that window
here is an urgent message
message to space my lines better
more of those plans sir reality
heart in a blender heart in a blender
i said i would why do you ask
giving me free ride they were
found on two of the men who were killed today
plans to ear your ideal bone
i know i shouldn't bow to you
this is an office for true discussions
don't you realize what it means
to be dismissed by your contact