monday, august 5, 2013

Parc benches

that man looked at the people
crossing over, stopped at signs
like beasts they all ran over
for their jobs and other plans
he shoved his paper twice that day
with titles of them men
all it took was one day
to cross over, ran over him
all it took was one night
to end on Moral Parc's bench
walk tall, girl, walk in tall boots
walk all the malls you can
walk girl, taller than all of them

new years eve he spends with grieve
easter is always the same
summer doesnt start no more
no summer for insane