September 24

Poetry Possibility:

Song for the Forgotten:

My tongue is down
Love the words that I mean
Stuck in my wooden house
Underneath a stream

House underneath a stream
Throwing away luck and gambling dreams
Wait for the the crane
To come and pick you up
Wait for it to gather steam

Steam from the clouds
But the sun shines no more
We're covered in darkness
It shines no more

You forgot
About little wooden house
Floating underneath
I'm gullible mouse
Thought I was protected
But the cracks became infected
Accident or not
My foundation's going to rot

Get on your dancing shoes
I'm ready to die

I thought I could rely

On the protector of life to provide

But since I'm floating underneath

I guess I can not

Because I'm sitting under

I give out a hurricane sigh

As my foundation rots

You forgot

About little wooden house

Floating underneath

I'm gullible mouse

Thought I was protected

But the cracks became infected

Accident or not

My foundation's gong to rot

So put on your dancing shoes

I'm going to die

Wait a sec before you come for

Me 

Waiting, wading inside the 

Streets

Build me on stilts to keep me

Clean

But your sordid record

And broken promises and severed sectors

Makes we want to cry

Put on your dancing shoes, I am to die

So when ever if you ever think of

Little house floating underneath,

I won't expect you to save me from this grief

Mexican waters slowly lap at my feet

Wear your nicest suit and report the feat

You forgot 

About little wooden house

Floating underneath

I'm gullible mouth

Thought I was protected

But the cracks became infected

Accident or not

My foundation's going to rot

So shine up your dancing shoes

I'm going to die.