Wasted days

poetry

Honey let the record play
the’ve got a lot of shit to say
I hear it in their voices but
can’t hear it in their phrase

I swear there’s meaning there, profound
though none of it has yet been found
we shouldn’t let that stop us
Listen on through the malaise

or second thought, let’s turn it off
We’ve better ways
to waste our days

than listening to another folk guitarist-hack

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