a sonnet in flight

Dec 08, 2004 14:52

the finer things in life ( Read more... )

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[just before the spaceship explodes] I'm sorry. rockinrehab December 9 2004, 00:36:16 UTC
Pass me some more me
I can't get enough of myself
I'm so great on the plate
I can't believe that I'm almost done
People are like softshell crabs
To get the meat you remove the wrap
And when you're done theres a lot of crap
That we don't clean up we're just taking a nap
We're consuming ourselves.

I need some more less
I've had enough of having enough
It's too much for one man
Not near enough for billions of them
But people here are fed so well
They're not fed up, they're feeling swell
They don't care who even cares
Their cupboards full but their mind is bare
We're consuming ourselves
While eating everything else
We're eating ourselves alive

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Re: [just before the spaceship explodes] I'm sorry. etchedonbone December 9 2004, 06:38:17 UTC
Let me correct myself. That sounds more like me.

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