Thursday, November 19, 2009


I brought along my iron-on smile,
My fresh-out-of-the-box plastic greetings
are nothing but lies

they have hollow, thoughtless meanings,
hello as good as goodbye

I brought my tatooed innuendo
I'm a lost and wounded soldier
a former cryed-on shoulder

my conscience, broken against the rocks
I've forgotten you before I've turned
My sentiment crashed and burned

This is what I've become
Wrap around hugs of prescription drugs
Waves and Nods, followed by shrugs.

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