This is it?
Early morning sunrise
Is unreal—
Looks like a hungry man
Smearing cold bacon fat
Around dirty dishes
While muttering something
Inaudible–
Best unheard because
His words shatter eardrums
And social orders
Like china out of a canon
Pointed to the floor—
And what if that is it?
Pig grease sunrise
Directed by a man
Who has potential
But never uses it—
The fat stays in the sky
The feet stay on the ground
The fat stays in the sky
The feet stay on the ground.
~Liam 4/19/07
19.4.07
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