Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Naive, August

Can't memorize everyone and their lines
but their voices aren't so distinct either
afraid everyone's melting; too soon
the magic is gone.

I refuse to give in to your victimization,
I'll use my imagination to pretend you're better
than you ever really were.

Those who tell the truth say you're a piece of shit,
and although I know it would be right to believe them
they are also momentos of a fat bastard's dinner,
and I'll keep you just the same, you little shit.

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