Sunday, May 2, 2010


As their mouths move
The words echo
From left to right
They continue to echo
How annoying

I smile with much effort
I want to scream and shout
Tell them to shut the fuck up
Stop trying to change me
That picket fence does not appeal to me

Loose does not begin to describe it
How loose they are with their words
There is no meaning and no heart
Trouble is they think I am too old
Never too old to be down right insane