Sound and fury, signifying nothing
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Hang me up!
Hang me up, hang me up!
Everything else is gone
So why don't you just hang me up?
Every ramshackle cot I threw together
To shelter me from tickling breezes
Fell flat before your gale;
Every hard-won truth I thought I might cling to
When sneaker careered o'er wet beaches
Dissolves in your rip tide;
Every wee treasure held in my secret heart
That I might one day be pleased to find
Feeds your raging furnace;
Tell me then, please tell me:
Since everything's gone
Why don't you just hang me up?
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Raison d'être: Angst
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