Post by floetryspades on Nov 22, 2007 17:00:41 GMT -8
The fragrance of number two pencils, writing utensils
on a standardized test, an educated guess, no less; lips
bitten, chewed eraser-ends and scratch sheets of paper
a lover and a hater
to my left and to my right
and to the right of the left
One, One, Oh, One, Oh, on the chalk board, all aboard
this digital age of minimal wage, wearin'
a dunce hat ... in the corner, on a corner
begging for a dime-
bag or a drag and the lingo
lingers on our lips like wasted space,
wasted knowledge
... power ...
I've been living under a rock, the rubble, like a runaway
child ... motherless and wild
and wind ... ... there's wind in my hair ...
there's adventure in my eyes
and through the lens of my glasses I'm
... color-blind ...
... I swim on both sides of the line ...
The fragrance of new-growth in the morning; morning
breath like stale ... static ... shock
and awe ... from my television screen
wide-screen, widespread
destruction like war was at my generation's fingertips
when our dreams can be washed away in the rain, and hurricane
relief is a long way's comin'
down a long line of incompetent bureaucrats
who couldn't reason their way out a paper-bag; lag ...
time ... while they're out on a limb
in the lower ninth ward ...
... waiting to be rescued ...
Action figurines of youth ...
held in the President's hand , like toys
forced to fight tyranny ... with dislocated limbs, dried lips
in a desert ... 18 years old, such a short story told
of his life -- lost before his time
he was middle aged
... at the age of nine ...
So where's the sense
in standing in the cross fire
of the Sunni and Shea holy war
like it's my son or daughter's obligation
to blow a whistle or keep score,
or to choose the lesser evil
when evil is evil, and not a matter of degree
why police a country in chaos
why spend over a billion dollars a week
To the left of the right; the right ... wing ...
left ... one ... out on a limb one ... One, One, Oh there's ... ...
... ... wind in my hair ... I feel your breeze
... ... you chill my spine ... ...
on a standardized test, an educated guess, no less; lips
bitten, chewed eraser-ends and scratch sheets of paper
a lover and a hater
to my left and to my right
and to the right of the left
One, One, Oh, One, Oh, on the chalk board, all aboard
this digital age of minimal wage, wearin'
a dunce hat ... in the corner, on a corner
begging for a dime-
bag or a drag and the lingo
lingers on our lips like wasted space,
wasted knowledge
... power ...
I've been living under a rock, the rubble, like a runaway
child ... motherless and wild
and wind ... ... there's wind in my hair ...
there's adventure in my eyes
and through the lens of my glasses I'm
... color-blind ...
... I swim on both sides of the line ...
The fragrance of new-growth in the morning; morning
breath like stale ... static ... shock
and awe ... from my television screen
wide-screen, widespread
destruction like war was at my generation's fingertips
when our dreams can be washed away in the rain, and hurricane
relief is a long way's comin'
down a long line of incompetent bureaucrats
who couldn't reason their way out a paper-bag; lag ...
time ... while they're out on a limb
in the lower ninth ward ...
... waiting to be rescued ...
Action figurines of youth ...
held in the President's hand , like toys
forced to fight tyranny ... with dislocated limbs, dried lips
in a desert ... 18 years old, such a short story told
of his life -- lost before his time
he was middle aged
... at the age of nine ...
So where's the sense
in standing in the cross fire
of the Sunni and Shea holy war
like it's my son or daughter's obligation
to blow a whistle or keep score,
or to choose the lesser evil
when evil is evil, and not a matter of degree
why police a country in chaos
why spend over a billion dollars a week
To the left of the right; the right ... wing ...
left ... one ... out on a limb one ... One, One, Oh there's ... ...
... ... wind in my hair ... I feel your breeze
... ... you chill my spine ... ...
