here's another one from a facebook wall back and forth between me and scott (which means, if you are friends with us both on facebook, you have probably already seen it).
heavy lids on eyes irrate
another night stuck with the sisyphus fate
should trade the boulders for sheep
let thoughts molder and sleep
but when i try to wave the white flag
i'm left shaking sheets
cannot displace this defeat
i misplaced all my z's
so i'm here with a y at the end of the beat
a good question
i'm well past second guessing
99 problems and they all feel pressing
they're all dissenting and pressing their luck
it's so demented their stressing my gut
upsetting and stuck in this medicine muck
cause the nyquil's done nothing but settle their pluck
they're digging in and no call for retreat
so this is the day they made a zombie of me
for another eve, death's cousin withholds his attention
and the sandman holds no plans for intervention
scott doesn't generally say whether he thinks my posts are good or not. so, it is up to you, fair readers, to buoy my esteem. i actually think this one turned out good. and it's a whole verse. it will have to be reworked if i were actually doing it out loud. a few rough syllables in there.
posted by adam @ 12:28 AM
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