rarefied air

FLOATING DUST SETTLED ON THE WAYSIDE LAUNCH,READY TO EMBARK ON A VOYAGE BEGONE,MOULDED FROM A CLASSIC NOVELLA OF THE RUE DE LABOURDANNA, DRINKING FROM A PORT INTO AMAZON WITH BOHEMIAN ROUGE APPLIED ON A TEMPLATE SPIRITED WITH DUSKY COMPLEXI0ON OF THE TAVERN...I PROCEED...

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

i am sick of the world
i am sick of the weeds
i am sick of the adulterous lives we lead

i am sick of the sly
i am sick of the games
i am sick of the days you spend with the dames

i am sick of the loneliness
i am sick of the cries
i am sick of the aimless time that flies
i am sick of the darkness
i am sick of the crimes
i am sick of the nights i spend with you artless

i am sick of your orders
i am sick of not being ordered around
i am sick of your attention
i am also sick of you not being around

i am sick of the job
i am sick of sitting idle
i am sick of being homeless
i am sick of the t'waddle

i am sick of the travel
i am sick of the train
i am sick of the journey
always being the same

i am sick of myself and
i am sick of you
i am sick of everything
that you pretend to do

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