The Rope

September 24, 2012
You are a cow
Sturdy, strong, standing

I am a raccoon
Searching, sneaking, standing

The acts we commit make sense
Obscene speech and action
By the standards of time we’re not real

Without this there’d be no that
Rope reminds my wrecked disposition,
There is no end, beginning, middle
The present, past, and soon don’t pretend

All I want is you
To leave,
Change my mind,
Tell me lies.

My mind might change but,
I tell them of you
I don’t want to
I do

Two faced dog
Hiding my own flaws

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