The Fools of April 2004-04-01 @ 12:56 a.m. Limerick lines run off his lips and riddle their ways to common ears. Minds fat with unused intellect melt at his wordplay. A clever one, this one, sneaking ants into your sugar bowl. He schemes a scheme of fun to him, a laugh to him, but hell to you. Down a one-way street of deception he speeds on by, sports car mind burning rubber on asphalt, leaving tracks of black behind, and you ahead, the doe in the headlights. He's a bright one. ...and he sped over you. Mouth agape. Eyes wide.
The Weather Underground - 2008-11-12 everything � Claudia (2003-2008) |