Monday, December 13, 2010

Assuming Makes An Ass Of You

Not quite exactly evidenced based
But make no mistake
I’ll be right up in your face
Until you’re counting the pores on my skin

It’s just my passionately-fueled
It’s meaningful
And rock fucking solid

And did I mention
That I think I’m right

I’ll count the moment spent waiting
For your head buried in the sand


Not quite prepared enough
To be swallowing my pride
Followed by a delicate foot

Like sand scratching its way
Past my overworked windpipe

See the proof of my accuracy
Has been mauled
Once again
By my stupidity

Deep fried insecurity

I should learn how to keep my fucking mouth shut

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