That’s a nice suit
You’ve got
Even though
You don’t know
Why you’re wearing it
I bet you think
You’re wearing it
For work
But you’re not
You’re wearing it
For money
The false god
Everyone prays to
You wear it
To be powerful
But your suit
Owns you
More than you
Will ever own it
Your suit
Tells me
You’re a slave
That’s a nice suit
You’ve got
Might as well
Be a ball and chain
No Rest for the Wicked The dance floor called So I picked up the phone I told them I'm coming And it won't be long 'Til I burn the place down Like Nero in Rome And I'll do it all night I don't want to go home No rest for the wicked So I just keep going What's...
Never See You Again I'll never see you again We said it would be until the end I don't know why I don't know when But I'll never see you again How could we be so far apart We were so in love At the start But time passes by And we go Our separate ways And you...
Poetry Is Life Poetry is not a serious business Or at least it shouldn't be It's too raw It can't be put into a suit And told to show up at 9:00 It must be taken as it is Naked and beautiful For all the world to see A person's soul on full display The great...
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