Confuse
written by: Rando Mithlo
@Rodhnoe
They hit up against the wall
All the other seats are full
Haze hanging with the art
Van Gogh is in the kitchen
They don’t pay much attention
She’s a thinker all bluish
Living in all her old kitsch
Moving ‘round with a mouthful
And looking for a fish bowl
Just to spill her guts to
Eyes find depth, pleasant center
Tripping over wordy banter
Now where was I going with this?
Confused to her signals
Come-hither go to hell
You shouldn’t badmouth Elvis
‘Cause you could have a crevice
Open up below you
Comes someone to explain
It’s convoluted in her way
Knocked one down another after
Just feeding on her laughter
She’s sitting on the answer
What I see, a broken vase
Seems like someone else’s chase
Now where was I going with this?
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