|
My pale, pragmatic, Polish Princess
I dont know if your name
Is Brittany or Katie
I can't figure it out
You stand over me
Like a collosus
Like the opposite of a porpoise
Like the Easterly wind.
Youre like a tri-angle
The sum of your interior angles
Is constant, fixed, mathematical
Lets stand arm in arm
Let me hold your hand
And we'll walk by the old river
And down to the park
I used to play rounders
When I was a kid
And we will shout at the people
Walking their dogs
Walking their kids
Walking their loves
I'll be shouting
"This is the real thing"
And you'll be shouting
"I am Spartacus!
I am Spartacus!
I am Spartacus!"
Let me take to the shop
At the end of the street I used to live
I will buy you a bottle of barley wine
But only if you promise
To share it with your friends
__________________
"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
|