random act of pointlessness
im missing you @ 3:51 p.m. on 2003-02-20
I could sing you a real good folk song,
if you promised not to laugh.
blur your vision red,
like badly just waxed eyebrows.
and a cheap beer buzz.
I don't sing too well.
They say I sing like Jewel
but sometimes, even she is struck by a blender
above that, she sells
and I'm on a road to hell.
I don't much like shoes
let's get a room for two
and go barefoot
rent by the lifetime
yours and mine.
Politics don't strike me,
I know what I want.
and some white old man singing condemnation
against Amendment 14, abortion and equal rights
can have his ticket to heaven
but I'd rather not choose that flight,
sometimes it takes a fight.
Liberation is a one way street with many changing lanes.
nicely paved
and 18 wheelers won't cut off us compact cars
even if there'll always be road rage
and sometimes it rains,
often times, we feign,
and never gain.