OvCe

OvCe

A Poem by The Glassface

Twist whip hips and a soft lit face

Baby you're beautiful, what's your name?

Angel's halo with that succubus grace

Come on with me back to my place


We'll see the stars and the moon, heaven aloud

Where the mean streets wander, we'll ditch by to our crowd

At night, your lips let whisper the gentlest sound

Knowing,

Where you wanna go?

Slow


Faster now with the 3:10

Slip on the cheddar grin

Grain drained slick down the tube

Wandering hands on the dance floor

Lewd?

Rude?

Crude?

You know it girl,

it's the only way to fly in this world

Get one chance to make it whirl

Melt into madness

Ignore the sadness

There ain't a party

This here's a crash test


What you want

Out of the life

It's so short to waste

No matter the price

Don't give up

I know it's tough

When the wind blows hard

You crack and bluff

Better than burning out

Candle's been snuffed


Wake up

Bake up

Give me a break up

I'm sick of the same static
dazed in these handcuffs

Strapped to the law

societal maintenance

Why even bother

don't have patience

Climbed the ladder

Dropping pills to my patients

Dr.

Dr.

Get up quick

The say the little boy's gone and turned sick

He can't take his life away

So they got him in a cell

Made out of plastic

It's a living hell

He stares at a screen and marks down words

Written to him just to mark and observe

Quality control

It's a total stolen soul

When you monitor progress

We obliterate control


The girly I know is stuck in the pit

Given her life

to the lifetime shift

Shut down her mind

Trapped in a room

Marching on the clock

Just to get out and zoom

Drop the explosives

Let loose the boom

M**********r gonna pay

© 2010 The Glassface


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The Glassface
The Glassface

Arlington, TX



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