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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, May 19, 2011

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Shoulda listened
I was told
You had no heart
Your blood was cold
You were a snake
In the grass
You played it cool
You played it fast
You fooled me once
Now shame on you
You fool me twice
No, that won't do
You changed your skin
But I can see
There's something you
Must want from me
You think you'll lie
To me again
Well that ain't gonna
Fly my friend
So don't come crawling
Back to me
Feigning your 
Affinity
Go slink back off
Into the weeds
I need no more
Of your slick deeds
Snake in the grass
Yeah, that's right
Cross me again
You'll feel my bite