A business man and a criminal.


A Choice Between Two Briefcases

If I were what you were, then I would
But you are so much better, so much more than me
If I had the chances, now, to be someone better
Id have no more objections, my consciense would be clean
But listen, and hear me, with both eyes
And ears too if you please
Decisions I'm making, defining, despising
Are churning within me, they're slowly blinding me






Now believe me when I say that all your life could get so easy
But that's the path your father took, and you would be more sleazy
No big you were an accident, but mother was as well
I might not be your skin and blood, but are as I can tell

In front of you, there're only two, black briefcases to grip
I grab one and you grab one, and never let it slip
One is filled with money, and the other's as it should
Papers and a laptop, and those things are just as good

And when we are departed, we are either up or down
I grant that you'll dislike whichever one that you have found
I'll retreat onto my bus, and you into your car
Promise me, that where your life takes place is where you are

Imagine all the tv, we would see our pictures faded
T.L. Brimms and Brickeye Skinns were very close related
Quite an irony it is, our eyes are the same color
But they see quite differently, don't they, my baby brother?




Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-27 at 02:46

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