by angel michael
Wednesday, January 01, 2003
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I tried to teach you about Cain and Abel
you could have believed in "tolerable"
but, you chose the experiance of....
the killing of natures cooing dove
he's his own man like it or, not
your the end of a dream he has forgot
what did you expect with a dot com?
some fine cowboy on a well bread farm?
seems to me he's a knockin on your door
headlights glance off of a trembling floor
hit erase or, control, alt, delete
and you thought his love was in concrete
this S.O.B. won't click off or, delete!!
oh, for the love of some others treat
a frown is rested upon his paper sack
"baby, I told you I'd be here with crack
tears rest in a lunatics frying pan
"I love this man, I love this man"
hours flash by with heavy lust
"please meet me, you must"
silence rests upon an empty keystroke
"give me my weed, I need another toke"
to answer my door will mean, sacred death
he's coming to take all that I have left
letters sent to all that will reply
assuming that ya meant to ask why
I had to leave for this mindless disease
Type 123 to help me, PLEASE!