i stand around with a drink in my hand i threw it in your face gotta get out of this place trying to keep pace i get married in new york not valid in vermont get married in vermont by the grace of dupont thats american weddings for you only a certain class gets married gotta date forever gettting more and more harrried where is my head, up in the clouds trying to be heard without getting loud where did i go, where can i be without really trying to be me its all racist and dumb, they call it jumping the broom can't go any where, with my friend who smokes shroomz the sickness gets rampant, pronounce you man and wife and you look at this person, who you won't be with for life oh, these american weddings, into gala affairs they go make out in the trees, in uneven pairs can't get married in america, cept in the east a place where i would, like to go the least where is my head, up in the clouds where i can be heard without getting loud where did i go, where can i be without really being me the american wedding, of all the year it was broken up three months later, so stick that in your ear what good does it do, to be right to accept a screaming slight where we can be alone,overlooking the lake you just wanted to marry my money, so you are fake killing time and making children not interested in that life sucks and so does marriage tires are going flat where is my head, up in the clouds where i can be heard without getting loud where did i go, who can i see cause i still really want, to just be me.
Reason for writing:
taken from a line in bush's "headful of ghosts"
Birth sign: Aries
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Twan.