12-13-2013, 11:50 AM
What would your mother say, you ask
as I stand shivering
no coat in the midwest December.
"I'm not surprised." I tell you.
You smirk but I know
there's no lie in my reply.
Practicality eludes me,
waiting for crisis before I comply;
I have a penchant for lying
to myself but I'm deceiving
no one.
All the best deceptions and
akratic inertia
will do nothing to warm these bones.
But I'll try, anyhow.
as I stand shivering
no coat in the midwest December.
"I'm not surprised." I tell you.
You smirk but I know
there's no lie in my reply.
Practicality eludes me,
waiting for crisis before I comply;
I have a penchant for lying
to myself but I'm deceiving
no one.
All the best deceptions and
akratic inertia
will do nothing to warm these bones.
But I'll try, anyhow.