Monday, January 25, 2010

lines

(photo by R)

there are lines everywhere in life, and rules to keep us all acting uniformly. everyone calmly follow the person in front of you and do exactly what is expected. we are taught we should go to college to get a good job to make lots of money and have a big family and then at some point after working hard you may be able to retire and be happy doing what you want but probably you'll be too tired and tied down and you wont. life is hard and then you die. money makes the world go round and all that...

dear world, i don't want to go round with you or your money. if maybe you could spin really fast for a little while, and let all of the people who don't want to work to make someone else's life better or be told how to live know how to hold on, maybe everyone else will just spin off and float calmly away while counting their precious money...and yes that was a run on sentence, did i mention i don't like rules? --L--


Little bird, little bird, little bird, what d'ya hear?
The clink of morning cheers
Orange juice, concentrate
Crossword puzzles start to grate
One across
4 letter word it's just not sitting


Little bird, little bird, little bird, what do you see?
A picture perfect scene
Two tone lawns are manicured
The garden's wearing haute couture
It's trying to hard

Little bird, little bird, little bird, where are they now?
Daytime TV. lounge
A carriage clock, a mantelpiece
A family wiped up j-cloth cleaned
Unsaid, festers
In the throws of the sofa


Little bird, little bird, little bird, how are you feeling?
Like help in quarantine
Pearly white touch down smile
Absent creases round the eyes
Tell tale, hard sell, we smell rats in the kitchen



Little bird, little bird, little bird what can we do?
Think tank, think rescue
Simon says, Etch-a-Sketch
Some encoded message only he would get
Quickly now
'Cause this is not how it ends!



Little bird, little bird, little bird
Well I've got one more question
And I swear I'll let it rest

Little bird, little bird, little bird
Where have you gone?

-little bird, imogen heap


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