Monday, June 1, 2009

June 1st, 2009

"Call on God, but row away from the rocks."
-Indian Proverb

My nose is so sour,
came the complaint from the corner.
It's always something.
The music's too loud,
My drink is too weak,
My dress is too long,
It's too dark to see.
Just tune it out, tune it out,
They'll have to shut up eventually,