sunday, august 30

people with poems
are like missionaries
like transients on the corner
with the guitars they never learned how to play
like jesus freaks and pamphleteers
they never quite get the part
but the audition is never
going to stop
there's always another piece
of the heart they're forever rending
and they'll always want to give you something:
it's the only way they know
to take something from you.

tags: topics/poem

p1k3 / 2009 / 8 / 30