Hand In Hand

dotheevolukindotheevolukin Posts: 44
edited September 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Break my bones and whisper pleasure
Soon watch the violence vanish
Crack my skull and seldom shiver
A conscience denied the right of ethics

Your product so distilled
I’ll never buy to feel fulfilled

I'll never feel the same
As when I held hands with virtue

Choke me with your fake impression
Won’t levitate the soul you tease
Spell it out, my day of triumph
Tempt me with a wad of cash

I don’t like the smell
Of that which you sell

And will not ever feel the same
As when I held hands with virtue
"It's not British music, it's American music. Now c'mon." -Bob Dylan
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