2011/08/29

Basketcase - 2011/08/29

Through this hail of words
I see illusions of meaning
Except it does not compute
Due to a lack of screening
Expressed by taboo epithet
Making them fucking forget
My message buried in there
Burning out as a cigarette

So label me the basketcase
As my verse descends below
Parts of it are quite real
While the rest is the show
Why do I cry for attention
Or is that simply the lure
I feel the world will burn
Though how can you be sure

Here is where I will close
Then draw you close to God
Though if he never existed
I die as just another clod
Which lesson lurks beneath
Or is this verse foul shit
Make the choice post haste
Am I honest or just a twit

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