Site hosted by Angelfire.com: Build your free website today!

Twelve Foot Doors


tile floors, twelve foot doors, a butler at your every call that hates his chores, a fake friend curse, that just gets worse, the more, you try to work it out, a cosmopolitin for every day, fits your cosmopolitin way, readin wallstreet, massaged feet, thinkin Dow Jones is a baseball star, it sure is sad little honey, cause its all you know, livin off your daddy's money, man it must be nice to, order all your friends around, why dont you tell me now, will there ever be a town, where you dont have, a best friend, shoppin sprees, fly to Belize, for a weekend of banana flavored time in the breeze, that you waste away, in your days of dependency, just put it on the tab, check the map, gonna blow it all away, because it aint your, soup de jour, for this taste test mascarade, see all the user faces, as you walk down the blvd, showin off, every true friend you've ever worn, to parties of bought companionships, on credit cards, shake him off, he's just vanity, dangling from your ears, like the autumn leaves, you saw fall, one by one, like the friends, that you sold to the press for bubble gum