Friday, April 14, 2006

the disease

poets arent allowed to clock out
we dont have that luxury
always something to say
theres always someone to break

we work every day
every minute
and you thought your job
was rough
i dont get paid

sometimes i think we're slaves
of god
sent to narrate
and other times
i dont think at all

sometimes i hope im contagious
so i have someone to laugh at too

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