Independence Day

by

J D Cully

He delivered the rebuke
With both eyes fixed on the TV
Probably meant as tough love
But it still looks stained to me
I bit my tongue until it bled
Just like down through the years
The room pregnant with history
Of violence, blasts and fears

The heel champion always wins
Doesn't follow his own rules
But while he might look down on us
He can't play us for fools
Even now its 'don't do as I do,
just as I say'
Strange way to light the tortured path
To Independence Day

He says 'don't ask advice,
it's not appropriate today'
But think back and remember
Whose fault it is anyway
And the juicing still continues
About my situation
Still sees no irony in that
While raping my conversation

We are the children of the Moon
To us they turn shut eyes
And so we tend to please ourselves
Mate under midnight skies
But better that than live a lie
Lick honey from our fingers
So as we go for the last time
We'll just say 'kinda lingers'

NEXT?
Why don't you look at A Sensible Show (Avebury)
by: David Pike
from: Swindon, England, UK

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