Nov
21st
Fri
21st
not sure?
Brokedown palace,
my how this place has changed
all red faced and sullen
looking around all dazed
Take back your papers
don’t throw them away
recycle them into scratch
they used you that way
Long eyes, don’t look down, don’t close them now
Long eyes, you are better than that, better than…
Gray streets and sidewalks
move swiftly by
ragged old sweaters
trash heaps and flies
Days quickly turning
into the night
Your hanging on by a thread
to all that’s not right
Long eyes, don’t look down, don’t close them now
Long eyes, you are better than that, better than…
Don’t stop asking why, you don’t have to keep biding time…
Long eyes, don’t look down, don’t close them now
Long eyes, you are better than that, better than, better than them.
K. Goddard