This is This

SlipperySlopeSlipperySlope Posts: 16
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
strain these tired magnets
these hurtful, deceitful, inner termites
wash off my dead skin and culture me back together again
extinguish what you can
fear what you can't
open your eyes and see the master plan
for its not that you move
its not that you crawl
skip all the steps
and enjoy the fall
"And I'll Just Sit And Grin, The Money Will Roll Right In"
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