Saturday, March 21, 2015

2.1413 : 3/16/09 : Big Bell

Well that’s the big bell ringing
but I’m not taking the bait
and when my gun is singing
pray to God we don’t come to that estate
my fear swings between
self obsession and conspiracy theory
waking up on three or four hours
aching, dumbfounded, eyes bleak and bleary
If that big bell doesn’t mean anything
If my big idea’s a bust
who am I to deny I’ll take the low road
and do whatever I must
what’s the easiest path to peace on earth
what’s the fucking missing link?
You say something like best of all possible
Well fuck you your possibles stink

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