2004-01-07 - paper, rock, scissors
she was still young
she took her time
ignored the drum
just like the chime
the fire alarm
chirps by the minute
it does no harm
her mind's not in it
and she projects
her fears on others
as she neglects
warnings of mothers
writings on walls
"old" people's druthers
"they've got no balls"
fathers and brothers
stand at the stalls
they're pissin' moanin'
they'll soon be lost
in darkness groanin'
she knows it all
or so she thinks
until flesh crawls
and starts to stink
let's pray by then
it's not too late
when karma's zen
turns into fate
let's pray by then
it's not too late
on that day when
love judges hate
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