Despair Shanty

[lucretius]

There’s a knot inside

That no one tied

And the ends are dipped in pitch

You may pick it til your fingers bleed

But you can never fill that need

And no one else can scratch that itch

Though others tried

Their twistings hide

That there is no simple resolution

A carpet knife drawn from the palm

A whiskey or a homemade bomb

It will only stretch out your

Comments

[ravengirl]

Very cool. Despair shanty...I like that.

[ravengirl]

I think you're uber-cool and talented. Put a call in to Tom.

edit: HA! I'm ba-aack.