Clap Hands (FB Edition).
Sing singthee and Ifiremen shine the con artist’s namefind the Cincinnati in the Sabbath linehanging up the bottom fora bottom full of rain clap hands.the Clap hands.clap hands.the Clap hands.
Landline.
Unpaid bills are mountingoh Hell that’s so clichebut the fountain of my youthseems to be giving all of it’s youth awaytoday and I don’t need a showertoday’s a day to
Dead of It.
It’s a hot and stinking winterAnd we’re all out in the yardOur faces to our palmsGetting those full coverage scars cause it’s been such a pleasant dayand it’s been such
everything hurts.
Doom scrolling is the best new word for the feelingsBeating words into swords beyond f-words and meaningIt’s demeaning all this talk of babies and GodWho faked it in the mangerwho
Everything I Remember About The War.
my grandfather told me about his boathe might’ve said ship I didn’t really knowHe said he ran up to the front as the planes roared inHe might’ve said “back” It
It’s Time To Go Home.
I Love how the birds go tweet tweet tweetthe air is so sweet hereup at Walter ReedI got wi-fi bedsideand my remdesiviran iPhone Twitter and my TV screen Cause if
Michigan.
Michigan is calling me though it’s impossible to gothis March the weather’s just half the storyI wish it was only sleet and snow Though Michigan is calling meit’s sure cheaper
the Scene
The urge to join the pack is strongI got contemptAnd staying poweralmost stayed until the trap was sprungbut my legsare good and longhead long rush into the fight again I
the Freshly Fallen.
That’s as gentle as it getsa feathered touch a silent blowparticulate and delicatewith luck it never shows falling downletting goof everything that I knowIn the freshly falling snow just a
the Plan.
I’ve been watching how the ducks roll when they stroll oh so nervous how they wiggle when they waddle maybe that duck’s so glad when he’s down on the earth