You can call me anything you want
Maybe life's been handed to me
On a silver platter
So I'm a little more nasty to your heart
Than you are used to with
My babbling chatter
I know I am wrong and
Several cracks there are
On the dish I've set out
You can say I haven't tried
To patch up all the scars
Never thought about
Going all that far...
But I have, and continually trip
To send the plates a-flying
Catastrophic smashing
And once you've touched noses
With the ground so many times
You can get used to crawling
Then people think you're laughing
# posted by s. ning @ 11:19 AM