Politics, Music And Drugs

Slowreader

curious of many things but too lazy to move

far enough to spread the wings i stuck on with old glue

if the cloud cover maintains it's reign on summer

i'll still shine pale white next to a tender tan

worn in place of the innocent girl

i hardly understand

perfect at most social gatherings of no more than ten

perfectly groomed people keeping tabs on what they spend

i don't have many ways to tame the boring

but if you'd like to stay i'll tell you all i know

about politics, music and drugs

and then it's time to go

dear, i looked and looked for days but found

only arrows pointing straight between my ears

and i could almost say a sound

i'd rather sit and stare with you my dear