interrogating the stupid

terminal velocityterminal velocity Posts: 73
edited February 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
confess, my friend
plead guilty to these crimes
cause even if you don't
it's inevitable..we'll get you

mountains of evidence
where's your alibi
you've tripped on your words
and we're calling it

improvise lies and swear they're legit
spread that fiction with the will of your fist
all you know is shit
when you wrap yourself in it

you're caught and cornered
you're trapped, you're done
confess you, my friend
you are guilty.
wind howls through our new haircuts
the water rushes 'round
heaven knows there's not one thing left to say
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