Long Scar
Whatever sings the songs you know
Should be stopped now before
I get the chance and write them down
And prove.
When I write them you no longer
Sing songs of blue and mad
You be vivid as scar
And brown and dull
"But is it really worse to have
A tune that's never sung
Than be the joke of your someone?"
Is a pretentious question.
You wait but see the end is dead
Oh my god, ugly as fuck!
But if it's death that life should have
Then I have you shut up, open your mouth
Suck it I am a priest..
Should be stopped now before
I get the chance and write them down
And prove.
When I write them you no longer
Sing songs of blue and mad
You be vivid as scar
And brown and dull
"But is it really worse to have
A tune that's never sung
Than be the joke of your someone?"
Is a pretentious question.
You wait but see the end is dead
Oh my god, ugly as fuck!
But if it's death that life should have
Then I have you shut up, open your mouth
Suck it I am a priest..
Labels: Lydia Davis, Sylvia Plath
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