The Escape
Twines of dark nylon
Taught and numerous they strain
Steel bird from human
Never will it be
Cleanliness is hopeless
But yet they still try
Over red sunset
But under mass of black clouds
They pull the black strings
Bring it to the ground!
They shreek in their noble tongues
Pull it from the bath
Fire, smoke, eject
Vibrating the earth it falls
Rejoice until next
3 comments:
Somehow I get the feeling that this is all about those guys that hold the ropes for those big balloons during parades and shit.
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Yea I do. But no it's not.... or maybe it is? I can't remember anymore.
I think you're the only one who reads my blog.
That's everyone else's loss
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