My Time

Find shelter, find shelter
"When Jesus said, 'love your enemies,' he probably meant don't kill them."
"Circus bears on the quilt I wear... with a girl."
This should be the worst day of my life, yet I won't let it.
There is no measure to what you would do
The upkeep runs too high and dry
Distaste is a forceful state in my mouth
The iron bar that slides close behind ya
Is the burning gate the clamps the cork shut
Twist off the inhibition and kick the shoes off
"Like an antelope out of control."
"What once had cheered me now seems, insignificant."
The estrogen to make me more divine
"not like a girl... such a classic girl"
Less high and more mighty
I need to read BONE
I need to play Pikmin
I need to tell a story all my own
Tomorrow, now, Pan's Labyrinth?
How many more times.
Who would you rather have honor you?
Will it ever come to flourish... undoubtedly, no.
Thank you for this common courtesy you newly weaved
It always feels like a scam, and handles like a scandal
I misjudge my front step, I trip on my sandals
No one now is throwing the dodge ball
"fish hook and line"
No cruise control to curve the paths that I preach
My purposeful scowl will haunt the helm of this treason
All burdens down in the depth of our season
Are we the malt ring, or trinket splinter
And those, the deaf sing are too full of lister
The sting of peculiar crutch this day
Seems only apparent in the glistening tender
"Out of season, I'm happy and..."
My 20 minutes are worth your 30 anyway
Perhaps the feminism needs to end
What is this menagerie
We all have our own shoulders and hips and that's final
You should have had your own baby to hold
The familiar feet that drape the centerfold