jeudi 1 septembre 2011

Jed's Other Poem

You said I'd wake up dead drunk alone in the park
I called you a liar
But how right you were

Air conditioned TV land 20 grand walk to the bank
With shakes from the night before
Staring at the tiki floor

High school wedding ring keys are under the mats
Of all of the houses here
But not the motels

I try to sing it funny like Beck but it's bringing me down
Lower than ground
Beautiful ground
Beautiful ground

Test tones and
Failed clones and
Odd parts made you

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