my pocket is filled with coins..
broken promises
scared pennies
and false honesty..
constantly talkin’ about it
but doin’ nothin’ about it
and not bein’ about it
just ain’t gonna get it..
my ears burn
for the yearn
of truth..
word is bond
is a familiar song
that keeps playin’ within my head
but the bond goes dead
when the link is broken
from rubber tokens..
change..
i hear talkin’
while feet are walkin’
in another direction
a soul manifestin’
the lip service game
with lame
lines that are crooked..
another dime in the jukebox
because the words keep skippin’
blah blah blah blah blah
keeps slippin’
through my brain..
change..
thoughts are jinglin’ baby
in my pocket
and drivin’ me insane
should be rich
from all the currency spent
on counterfeit stories..
stackin’ ‘em up in my inventory
puttin’ a label on it and namin’ it “BORING”…
wasted breath
on meaningless
conversin’
rehearsin’ fiction
with conviction..
change..
countin’ up the coins
wonderin’ who i’m gonna spend it on..
it might as well be
ME..
© Mahogony Diva 2008 / all rights reserved
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Wednesday, October 8th 2008 at 7:45AM
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