I've only written a few things. I've been wondering if people will be able to pick up on the themes I am trying to get across, or what kinds of things they will come up with themselves. I havent named this yet, and im not sure if i might decide to add to it. Anyways, if anybody reads this, actual thinks about it, and gives a true opinion about how it is put together and what it means to them, etc, I will be plenty excited...Dont be afraid to be honest, be it good or bad...
My radio went off a quarter till too late.
I got a move-on t'where I had'ta already be.
I locked my sedan, with the keys in.
There's just no means for any other man to see.
'How ya doin' posed the local Joe.
Fairly poorly's precisely what I said,
As he turned his head,
and my temper bared its first light shade of red.
This Joe with me, born into phony sympathy,
replacing apathy,
in his vestal mind,
never feeling for the wound of his own kind.
Yes still remains local Joe.
He dwells in each satin row.
And he refuses to feel,
but at the altar, Joe never dared not kneel.
By the way, this was meant to be put to music as a song.