Sunday, May 08, 2005

You will never be like your friends now

Poised as a thought
for a fleeting minute
Excuse me?
Please explain.
Why is this happening to me?

Are you God?
Do I know you?

This is a test.
This is only a test.

It's so HOT in here
I smell sweat

It's so COLD in here
It helps the fungus grow

Here, I am unexceptional
That is NOT acceptable

I would sleep if I could
Instead I sing.


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