I've got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.

I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on.
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
And amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home.

I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

I've got wild staring eyes.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I got nowhere to fly to.

-Pink Floyd

so_skeevy's Works

Poetry	2005-04-24	I Love You Tatum
Poetry	2005-04-19	An Extra Bullet, Just in Case.
Poetry	2005-04-13	not so perfect suicide
Other	2005-04-13	Pledge Your Allegiance to this America
Poetry	2005-04-11	Mature content: badger tried to make out with my sister dude
Poetry	2005-04-02	i love you even more than i hate myself
Poetry	2005-03-19	dead inside
Poetry	2005-03-19	My little needle
Poetry	2005-03-16	The GIANT squid
Poetry	2005-03-15	you decide
Rant	2005-03-14	Death. But not in that emo kind of way.
Poetry	2005-03-14	Ouch, My kidneys
Poetry	2005-03-14	falling
Poetry	2005-03-14	Numb
Poetry	2004-09-21	I wonder what it's like not to feel
Poetry	2004-04-26	to a guy i used to know
Poetry	2004-04-24	If only deceiving myself was as easy…..
Poetry	2004-04-24	void
Poetry	2004-04-24	its stupid but it sounded good at the time...
Poetry	2004-04-24	it hurts
Poetry	2004-04-23	Once Upon a Time
Poetry	2004-04-23	hope
Poetry	2004-04-23	Where is my Happiness
Poetry	2004-04-23	sad again
Poetry	2004-04-23	darkness

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