Thursday, 11 June 2009

• Cornbread

  
  
  I may be a liar
  lying
  And speaking the way I can
  With my words
  And falling over me
  Breaking that boundary
  That breaks bones
  Breaks arms
  Breaks alms
  Breaks psalms
  
  But don't you lie
  Puffing out your chest
  And turning those
  Times you cried into times
  You lifted weights at the gym
  
  You'd die without my
  Mother fucking cornbread
  Don't pretend I don't have you by
  The emotional neck
  And muscles fade
  Your jobs with a drill are
  Lost
  
  But you'll still be coming home-
  to a home that I
  made
  
  
  Suck it

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