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Man on the Moon
i asked the man on the moon
about his dark side
-you'll find out when you're older
the things you learn to hide..
you're too young
to reek of an active gun
you're arms are too weak
to just pick up and run
but some do it anyways...
and jacob was a friend of mine
before that damned angel
whispered that it was time
*we really don't have long*
so pluck your eyebrows
at an angry curve
desensatize that nerve
because you can't afford to feel
when this may be your last meal
think this through!
isn't it time
you were through
with this everyday shit
not every cherry
has a hidden pit...
dear blue lips
you're not dead to me
i'm such a good girl
it would be funny
to love me...
but my guard will be waiting
just outside the door
watch the clock-
-you'll be gone by 4
but my head rests
on strange skin
bumpy arms hold me
bribe turned to sin
the lies that i keep sweating
tell me to let you in
jumping fences
to oblivious messes
somedays i don't feel free
and trust me
i need to run
because i'm a heck of a patron
there's no hope in my becon
but you're always welcome
i don't write poetry
to get phyciatric attention
deep thinking controdiction
lines around her eyes
and so desperately she tries
to understand *these* eyes
good try...
sticky fingers pry
so i lie
my own personal file
puts me on trial
if you really knew
would you be my gorilla glue?
would you hold my hand
after where it's been?
selfish demand
rightfully damned
toothless grin
overcome with anger
they think it's funny
to play with the tiger
now the man on the moon
will listen to me ramble
because i can feed myself
and am old enough to gamble
he looks out for me
his little grown up girl
he was there more than daddy
my endless mural...
