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10/27/2004

 
from 5/25/2004

tomorrow is a metaphor
for better luck next time
your trying to talk to me
i'm trying to eat
i can't get through three bites
for all the words i must speak
your questions have been answered before
but you weren't listening then
just like you aren't hearing me now
you pose complex questions
and then expect i beckon to your every skepticism
you don't need reason with such a great smile
if i point out the obvious
the falsehood of your flawlessness
i am trying simply to be different
that is i prefer to be at odds
if you care for the answers then shut your mouth
no one was asking you nothing no how
i wasn't asking questions
if i were maybe you would have heard, "are you stupid?"
every single day people prove themselves dumb
its easy to be yourself when your soul has gone numb
i say i've lost my apetite
you look at me as if i have no right
no right to be disgusted
with perfection personified
so-called gospel truth is nothing short of daddy lied
your a cork in the water
hoping for a fish
cause if you don't catch a whopper
you will formally complain regarding your wish
you aren't the worst person i've ever met
but give me a break
you're so sure you were in the boat
everyone i know says your in the lake
my final question is
what do you amount to
are you someone who always answers a question with a question?