Tuesday, July 17, 2012

COMPETITION WITH YOUR OWN SPLIT LIP AMOUNTS TO NOTHING

I want to dig your swagger
much more than I actually do
but the plain fact is
you just haven't got it

The blazer, the cheap shoes
THE SHOES FER CHRISSAKES
for the shoes alone
you should be shot

Sell off the corporate jet
complain how you hate losing
you will turn things around
through sheer force of ill

Passing through like driftwood
only less knotty
washed ashore and dried out
like a ruined promise

What's worse
the ruin
or the promise?

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