Monday, July 5, 2010

Creak

Creak, creak, creak,
The voice scratches at my nerve endings,
Creak, creak, creak,
The grey cells are nothing but lendings.
Creak, creak, creak,
My mind is surely bending,
Creak, creak, creak,
From the demands it is always defending.
Creak, creak, creak,
Others' words in haste I am mending,
Creak, creak, creak,
Others' path upon which I am wending,
Creak, creak, creak,
The end is undoubtly impending,
Creak, creak, creak,
But; yours or my funeral shall we be attending?
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