Thursday, June 28, 2007

And I'l call it whatever...

Bubble the anger
Through the sear
And claim it to be
The healing process

Finger it all
And enjoy the feel
And claim the finger
To be unfeeling

Scratch the pain
And wince
And claim it to be
Deliciously sweet

Slap it down
and sit on it.
And modestly claim to be

Put that glitter on
And sparkle the night
And claim it to be
‘simple beauty’

It a free world.
Claim whatever pleases you
to be the,
The sole and whole truth..