Spotless

The sky is limitless
Clouds are stress
That drift off and leave my
otherwise tidy hideout a mess
Spotlessness is spotted less
When the right button's pressed
We've got to push something
And the sooner the better
Why not the one with panic written on it
With big bloody letters
Pride boils in the kettle
And makes us what we're not
Hidden flaws settle
Convincing us we're squat
All Dancing, all smiling
No longer hiding
That's spotless




Poetry by lou bergs
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Written on 2005-08-16 at 23:21

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Commentally Ill
(pushes the panic button) nothing happened......?
2005-08-17