Red right hand Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the track where the violet blooms like the bird that dooms the ship and crake, where secrets lie in the border fired in the homing why you know your never coming back, past the square past the mill past the stake, on a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man in a dusty black coat with a red right hand. He’ll wrap you in his arms tell that you’ve been a good boy he’ll rekindle all the dreams it took you a life time to destroy. He’ll reach deep into the whole heal your shrinking soul but there won’t be a single thing that you can do, hes a ghost hes a god hes a guru, there whispering his name though this diserpring land but hidden in his coat is a red right hand. You don’t have no money, I’ll get you some you don’t have no car I’ll get you one, you don’t have no self-respect you feel like an insect don’t you worry buddy coz here he comes, his shadow is cast where ever he stands, Stacks of green paper in his red right hand, You see him in your nightmares you see him in your dreams, he’ll appear out of nowhere but he an ‘it what he seems, you’ll see him in your head on the T.V screen “hey buddy I’m warning you to turn it off”, hes a ghost hes a god hes a man hes a guru. You one microscopic ghost in his catastrophic plan designed and directed by his red right hand…..
Posted on: Tue, 20 Aug 2013 03:03:45 +0000
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