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"home"

sitting on the front porch

i stare into the yard

into the over grown grass

at the broken down car



the one that took me outside the city

but we never went far

now it just sits there

empty,like a shut down bar

its head lights stare at me

wondering why i rode it so hard



home broken home

broken windows

no telephone

being stared down

by a headless lawn gnome



what are you looking at

staring at me like that

i didn't break u

i didn't break u

i didn't break u



i pan over to the cold stone

that makes up my home

they speak to me

wondering, as they creak to me

all those years

all those years

i listen to them moan

i search nothing, to see

each grunt sings,

when will i be free