1/6/12

got my wicket zippered so pass me......

today im an ice crystal outside grinding,
tossed through the clouds on winds whims, finding
time to join the stack of particles on these northeastern slopes,
ahh the Great White hopes for all the fast cash,
but waitin in the squal line the melt laughs last.
sit n hear sirius preach about past rash thoughts,
wars fought n forgot not, disasters bought n sold,
ahhh but the days of old, sellin fools gold for food stamps n stickin the traitors into work camps have come n gone, n long time runners are far and few,
most are just shaggin trees n bandwidth, so stand quick sand cuz the glass has been flipped, we're layin down skis n whippin out swix.........

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