The white finch flutters,
His elegant, pygmy wings...
A dis configured smile
and big brown eyes...
Another war--another break in peace
Most thought Vietnam was bad enough...
I remember from when I was little,
dad telling me they were all the same...
There's no simple way of thinking,
Since New Orleans was sinking...
When sinners did sin
eyes multiplied...
It breeds inside every inch of their hearts
It is the dirt imprinted on their rags of clothes...
Young boys respond to
their natural summers call...
The dice of life we scorned and threw,
"You can't cheat life!" Reaper mimics...
Time spins before my eyes
memories reflect those perfect lies...
City lights
painted up against...
Saying a girls fat is that worst thing you could...
especially one that worries about her weight...