I WONDER IF THE POLLUTION
HE TACKLED YOUR EYE
the floor looks like excuses
i know fake footballs
abusive zebra amputee
2000 legs open your heart
tell people your eye wasnt real
your father is maps on the table
money cant drool in your eye
rain tackled a man
the man is a toy
the sun is a train
money is the executive
of money
rain drinks the mortgage
open your head
money is tape
open your heart
i dont open your goat
i was your scary rain, drink
float float, tackle the sky
time wasnt real
nobody wants to hear about it
nobody hears your train
your heart is like a toy nazi
your rain is money
your rain cant drool in the sun
open your toy excuses
father is an eye
he tackled your eye in the rain
rain knows mortgages
open legs dont want to hear it
the table drools
the money's in the rain
i am the executive of power
of money, or rain; drink the mortgage open
your money accounts for ribbons open
to your heart, do not float your terrible rain open
nobody is real, he wasnt
nobody feels there that
your train is your heart
such a toy, nazi
your rain she opens
youre in the rain of rain
know that it opens mortgages
do not want to feel them
donna kuhn 2006
1 Comments:
Money is the gate keeper of our prison. Real piece.
M~
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