0248pm.06.26.2013

If I've said it once
I guess the words didn't transmit
My warnings unheeded
But you're not digging MY pit
Seems no sense in stopping
Until you've had your fill
Which is why I'm at your door
Cheering on this debacle
Not my head served up
Nor me behind the grassy knoll
No, that's me outside the morgue
Cheering on your funeral
Not me past the finish line
Not me leaving with words unsaid
But I am outside the cemetary
Cheering on the dead

1250am.06.28.2013