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Zeus
Ferris Jones |
I began to speak,
"A pretty penny", is what I said.
The Warhol print of Marilyn is
What I was talking about.
The problem was all the colors
Were there but the painting was not.
The acid I took earlier began to kick in
And I was talking to myself and
Staring out the window
At some blond chick.
Then I began to drink hysterically
The silence that wanted to educate.
You know the noise of words
That steals your freedom and
Makes you think there really
Can be peace. Maybe it's all
Just Zeus dreaming methodically
And I should have just stayed
Home. How did I get home ?
It's time to release myself to slumber.
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