Bread Is For The Cooking Anyway
Killed in desperations
The lies and the thoughts
How can I eat what's happening?
No, I don't know what to do
With this life
All that I can see is what's coming
The graded cheese
The mouse that wants me
Thee open sores
The time of well being
All get lost in the saga of "nevermore"
When I spit game to a farm animal
I don't know what I've become
Letting the screws loose in my head
To fall on the floor
Excites me much
But how much fun is it to any one else
To have to keep taking apart my mind
Just to put it back together?
I guess I got too much time on my hands
That's what happens when you're dependent
If lunch is just a luxury
I guess that's why I've always done without
Maybe the soggy trees leave too much muck
But I'll kick the dust
Maybe pick up a little speed
And go to town like a madman
Wondering my way in and out of reality
D. L. Cannon
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