Saturday, May 2, 2015

'Funland'

I sit with eyes like candlesticks--patient,
Just waiting for you to start some shit.

The baseball player hits the pitch
.24 seconds faster out his head to his hand than the layman.

I said, 'Just try me.'  'Fuck you.'  'Fuck you too.'  Friend.
I'm often late for disappointment, I never believed.

I didn't even concede or ever give-in, she could cry
At any time too, and say how I wasn't seer.  I love her,

She's rare.  Sly and sharp as a Republican
But that is seriously only her Dad,

She's still so young she hasn't formulated an opinion
Except for her face and her friends, and to fuck and then fake,

Say everything's great, claim Zen.
Fisherman.

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