Wednesday, March 19, 2008

257 : 12/23/98 : Stretching

Stretching for a metaphor
reaching for the furthest door
Nothing makes it nothing works
Write it off as one of my quirks
Feeling like a literary fool
Watch me pantomime and drool
Watch me stumble watch me fall
Watch me spin my parasol
I’m so sick of my own name
all it means and all I claim
I’m so sick and that’s the fact
Nothing else has much impact

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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