Monday, January 10, 2011

i'm 20 minutes late
i really couldn't give less of a fuck
and if i had a million words to lay out
to write out
to give out
to give in
i'd probably not give it away
figuring i couldn't save it for a passing minute
pushing idealism in a irish accent
counting on 20 fingers
136 toes
a million and a half statements of how little i love
care
people
definition
belief
causes and metaphors
your dedication astounds me as i walk out
into the saving grace of the cereal box
it's all about personality
it's all about your burns
it's all about your methods
i'm 20 minutes late
you're going to have to wait

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