Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Lucky


Mean Mr. Mustard says he's bored
of life in The District.
He can't afford the French Quarter high
says it gets old real quick
and he pales up next to me
and scrawled on the pavement.
It says- "Son, time is all the luck
you need."

And if I stay lucky, then my tongue
will stay tied and I won't betray
the things that I hide.
There's not enough years underneath
this belt for me to admit the way
that I felt.

Mean Mr. Mustard says don't be
the wave that crashes
from a sea of discontent.
He says he's wrestled with that blanket-
It leaves you cold and wet
any way you stretch it.
Divine apathy,
Disease of my youth...
watch that you don't catch it.

And if I stay lucky, then my tongue
will stay tied and I won't betray
the things that I hide.
There's not enough years underneath
this belt for me to admit the way
that I felt.

And I'm the wave that crashes
from a sea that turns itself
inside out every chance-
I get to see what it's like in hell.

And if I stay lucky, then my tongue
will stay tied and I won't betray
the things that I hide.
There's not enough years underneath
this belt for me to admit the way
that I felt.

~© Seven Mary Three~

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