ghost
a new trick for the old dog
I talked to this city From the cracks we all fell through It had nothing to say and so I stayed This will be my rebutle With open mouths and empty spoons With class in evenings and afternoons I talked to the right people From the years we all fell through They had much to say and so I left This will be my rebutle The ways we bend untill we break We're breaking down The ways we mold untill we fit It never fit This puzzle piece It never fit So sand edges and force fixture Had much to say and so I stayed this will be my rebutle