March 3, 2013

Inherent Vice

I shall  meet you in a bridge
At the edges of the wolf kingdom
With a promise to shed all skins
I see you standing with a bowl of sugar
You the unknown sugar seller
My concealed strategies
Your terrestrial vice
Our war of confused identities
Where to hide?
Cause the wolves are all around
Cause the wolves are howling in hunger
But you keep feeding me sugar
Where do I hide you?
To have more of you
More than these wolf laws can give
But look ...even less
Even less than what you need.

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