Thinking
Worry
Are you in a damn hurry?
Midnight…
It’s a fist fight
And you’re going for just what’s right…
Can you see me in your sights?
And will you run from all your rights?
Hurry
Why are you?
Bury
Yourself in a pheasant shaped box.
Fuck that heart shaped shit.
Guess only if you think you’re gone
And I bet you already figured out you were wrong.
It was a bad call
And you didn’t guess right
Was it out of fright?
Or just plain stupidity?
Worry
Are you in a damn hurry?
Midnight…
It’s a fist fight
And you’re going for just what’s right…
Can you see me in your sights?
And will you run from all your rights?
Hurry
Why are you?
Bury
Yourself in a pheasant shaped box.
Fuck that heart shaped shit.
Guess only if you think you’re gone
And I bet you already figured out you were wrong.
It was a bad call
And you didn’t guess right
Was it out of fright?
Or just plain stupidity?
I have no idea what this poem means....As the title tells you: Think about it and draw your own conclusions....
And tune in tomorrow for my review of Halo 3, the biggest pre-ordered game in videogame history. I can already guarantee that not a lot of real work will be getting done tomorrow.
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