Wisdom
Its not that I'm afraid of death
I'm afraid of not seeing what happenes next.
cause after death there may be an afterlife,
where after thoughts rest with the aftershock of old love bites.
they say virginity is a childhood sickness.....
and that the cure lies not with chastity but with wisdom
Am I wise enough to say I have had a good audition for the role of...
me?
I am not afraid to meet my playwrite, I actually have a few notes of my own I'd like to give him
When I'm dressed for my final scene, I won't hear the crowd cheer my performance
in a coffen. I can't take a bow when I'm fighting my way out of the oak
and ten tons of dirt, and the martini's that taste too much like tears.
Will I have the wisdom to write down my thoughts and hide it away
for some sick child to find
and read my words, as I cure a once virgin mind?
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