Good things come to those who wait

But better things come to those who take

Life isn't fair (& who ever said it was? liars, the both of them)

Bad things happen to good people

Bad people happen to innocence, trusting people, taking advantage

& telling them it will only hurt for a little bit

& this is how this crazy world affixes to those who believe a cross of torture & denial

to those who wish to believe & hold on tightly with clenched hands & nail prints in their palms, bleeding ideals

but what the hell, why not?

if we don't have hope, then what have we got?

cynicism, bitterness; a clear eye, that's true

but what exactly will that do for you?

irregardless of what you believe or disbelieve

we'll all one day be gone, we'll all leave

& all that will be left behind are the shifting sands of the desert

& the constant & gentle motion of the ocean

& then no one can deny the beauty of the ocean blue

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Little boy Tommy died the other day

The coroner took a look, carved him up

& saw that his entrails had been blown clear away

Implosion, he called it & sewed him back up

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Confide all your thoughts to a seashell, perhaps a conch;

You'll always have the comforting sound of your own blood rushing in your ears as a response