...and counting...

5/18/2005

 
pushed beyond potential
or importance
or hope
pushed to fall from a high place
and crumble
into dust
will i rust
if left out in inclement weather
everyone else does
why wouldn't i
if i fall
will the sky
will i die
will it make me out to lie
i don't know
and i don't need to know
tonight
please don't push me
get your hands off my body
i don't want your grubby fingers
on my chicken tenders
got it
push more and i'll find the floor
and rest there until tomorrow morn
and rest there
until i've escaped all scorn
a sucker is born
every christmas
they're afriad to be sucked into myth
so afraid they turn away
because who needs a cult