Ive always been typecast pidgeon holed nothing about me clashes with the wallpaper Im a little small for my hair a little crumpled and faded most days I look like I just fell out of bed and got dressed without the light on I dont frequent the local watering holes dont fornicate with the natives drive a jalopy thats older than my daughter sleep with a dog more loyal than my old lover Im that woman...you passed on the pavement while your eyes were distracted by some buxom wench who looks like shed risk it... but you have no idea, of the things that Ive seen and the places Ive been without ever leaving the room the roles Ive played without stage or orchestra how I learned to survive on a minefield built an invisible panic room So I could save the shards your fist missed in the moments of madness only my mind knows the portrait of those dangerous games all you see are the nondescript hues... A.c.d
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 00:35:31 +0000
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