you ever heard about the ratio
called the struggle? she said to
me as we rode the elevator
up to the party room. then i said
to get drunk
talk with friends after work and
to screw walk with
him back to his apartment
why are you so mean she said thats
not like you
me i said is the truth mean
love has broken all of us
love can float down from the mistletoe but whenever it
has to leave like the carolers before cold shatters the
broken shouts of the homeless you might want to hear:
all together now! lets sing
of christ and let him bring
us joy this year
a strange thought
i had a strange thought today i
think maybe life really is
all its cracked up to be im not
the victim anymore because this
time im not out of time and next time ill try harder
but isnt that
what we all must believe
does the bird fly doesnt
it have to or would it
mean death
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