marquis_de_odde
12-23-2005, 05:23 AM
People crouch in messy piles
Attacked on all avenues of sorrow
Whimpering words
Their pride made them eat
We are gluttons of pride
Slurping it up in hungry laps
Prancing about displaying fine threads
Feeling a mighty farce
Who understands the psychology of pity
Twinges that take us back to humanity
Unless your meter's broken
Far too few repairs are made in our day
Gold chains and Badges of their favorite bands
Worn proudly on their sleeves
Perfectly posed hair,eye contact,stature
Twisted fascination in the mirror
Blocks where the window goes
Dancing wildly
To a premeditated beat
Music stops at the skin
The hide has grown thick
Under the spell of taking formation
Into such a calloused individual
Incidentely
Past the glass is a flaming meadow
Looming above are the clouds of apocolypse
Like betrayed barnyard animals
Intuition is no longer an option
If you follow the procession
You won't notice you're on fire
Attacked on all avenues of sorrow
Whimpering words
Their pride made them eat
We are gluttons of pride
Slurping it up in hungry laps
Prancing about displaying fine threads
Feeling a mighty farce
Who understands the psychology of pity
Twinges that take us back to humanity
Unless your meter's broken
Far too few repairs are made in our day
Gold chains and Badges of their favorite bands
Worn proudly on their sleeves
Perfectly posed hair,eye contact,stature
Twisted fascination in the mirror
Blocks where the window goes
Dancing wildly
To a premeditated beat
Music stops at the skin
The hide has grown thick
Under the spell of taking formation
Into such a calloused individual
Incidentely
Past the glass is a flaming meadow
Looming above are the clouds of apocolypse
Like betrayed barnyard animals
Intuition is no longer an option
If you follow the procession
You won't notice you're on fire