Tuesday, August 13, 2002

ode to subordination: Can’t you

ode to subordination:

Can’t you see we’re walking backwards
just to pave your path with petals?
Don’t you know we’d kill each other
if we thought it made you happy?
Don’t worry about anybody
else who may have once existed -
You are all we can imagine,
out of you our souls are wrought.

See how well I’ve adjusted to this lifestyle?