Poem: Two For a Penny
Feb. 19th, 2007 01:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sickle_storiesThis revolution is the solution
or maybe just an illusion, baby.
It's just like a bomb diffusion,
dainty and fair.
You'd sell your life for a taste of it, darling,**
and spend every last penny
on a repeat of the show.
Don't know what I'd do if I were you
but one thing's sure:***
I'd never put my soul at stake.
But who am I to say,
I tried to trade my heart away
but no one would give me theirs.
An old woman at the fair told me
they all taste the same anyways.
There's no appetite left in me.
* To my mind, there's a bit of a change of subject here, because the "it" isn't the revolution.
** This is where I started directing the lines a bit.
or maybe just an illusion, baby.
It's just like a bomb diffusion,
dainty and fair.
You'd sell your life for a taste of it, darling,**
and spend every last penny
on a repeat of the show.
Don't know what I'd do if I were you
but one thing's sure:***
I'd never put my soul at stake.
But who am I to say,
I tried to trade my heart away
but no one would give me theirs.
An old woman at the fair told me
they all taste the same anyways.
There's no appetite left in me.
* To my mind, there's a bit of a change of subject here, because the "it" isn't the revolution.
** This is where I started directing the lines a bit.
