Job/Job

[UnSquare]

Try to fit a need
through a thread,
notice balance,
shaken,
dread -

Talents,
wit
& cry
& sit
an' fin' the
balance
you lost to it...

DT,
tremor,
they're under the earth...
emerge,
burst forth
& consumed the fee,
burst forth from dirt...

Certain hurt
don' disappear

The whether vain points North.


I stare at ripples,
move the glass,
Cost.

In someones past -
(not mine,
of[f] course)
certain things
are lost.

Certain thinks
are lost.

Tipples, shots,
free pours?

I can' feel right,
look inside,
enter the internal,
hands run across...

Caught up in a wrap,
a shroud,
the face of of a intention,
true,
not hidden,
sad,
but
owe,
I
WISH,
I HOPE to give more.

Whilst I love
to hug our mother-earth,
I pray for her
to point
my
maw.

(tongue comes up)


An' for me to act,
an' fo' me to grasp,
pull myself up,
an'
provide a greater
job
than biblical dogs lickin' a sore.

Tablets break
oft.

Idol's melt soft.

Blast femme is lost.

Certain groups will ask the cost.

I say
we
are
never
boss'd...

Except by Springsteen.

State
of
Fate
of
State.



PEACE
UnS