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Common Sense Calls Collect
Membranes were all stripped
As she cried for help,
No one came though
Because no one cared,
She gave birth on the bathroom floor
Of a local convenient store
That at the moment
Was not living up to its name,
A rush of fluid came
And the tears held back
By the biting of a bit
Flew down her sixteen year old cheeks,
What would mom say
If she was still around
To wag the finger,
Would dad twitch
In his one good eye
And grab a switch
Out of the corner of the other,
Your brother isn't here either
And it's bitter sweet
As you're use to the empty corner,
Born in a bathroom
We should all be so lucky
But common sense
Is calling collect
will you accept the charges?
I'm changed by the acts
Of those who make mistakes
As if I was the one who made them,
Maybe I was the one
Or am I metaphor?
Writhing
Twisting
Listening floors
Will kill us
If one wrong step
Is still adored
In a culture of shock
Will you ground me?
If it's not the end of chivalry
Let the flower children sew seeds,
Sate dreams
Leave us in a quickening of stings,
Surround me in leaves
And I'll decay with them,
Blow away with them
and become
Something distant
Would somebody care to care
