Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Thursday, November 4, 2010

some of us are building houses
places where we say we live
cut the joke in half and then
i'll buy myself a little prison

i will not crash
i'll buy a plot and be buried on my back

i am a potential earner
swimming in potential sea
every day i drive my car
across the city
across the street

i will not crash
i'll buy a plot and be buried on my back
i'll make a vow and tire but never take it back
i'll work a job and wake up when the sky is black

i'll buy a plot and be buried on my back

separate the gold from silver
hang it on the christmas tree
let us saturate the future
here's to our dreams and our degrees