a tornado skipping his drunken strut
unrooted and leveled the town--
if he'd known that--he needn't have bother--
my eyes must've closed for a moment
there at a reasoned conclusion
an unaccounted end was imposed--
that's hard to take
when nothing's left for the taking
stress--the magic name the reasonable description--
gnaws at out vitals
please don't make me preach!
I'm trying to draw people in--not drive
them away--000hh why does my neck hurt?
I must have closed my eyes for a second
suddenly I'm as neurotic as the world thinks--
screw 'em--
(he raved and raved but remained docile
as they lead him away
from the spill on his floor--
I feel so bad for him I almost think
he started to make sense...)
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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