Talkin Sh*t Poem by Ben Harper

Talkin Sh*t



waiting on time

counting for mine

to be delivered at nine

give me some bread

and you keep your wine

aslong as i eat all is ok

you will have nothing to say

friend of mine that once was

now your exposed for a fraud

a begger a thief

you will not like what i have to say

probably not listening either

but this is fine and you can pretend

be kind

so blind

surely somehow

you must tell

of how you begun

not of how it became but of where it remains

this proves to me you never where true

how could such a person dieve me

follish am i

to be stung with his fury

i do not own such feelings

attached to dellusions

skeptic and fruitless

your efforts are useless

one again im consumed within belief of unrealistic dreams

only in mind can they be true and worthy

to be subject to pass an almighty jury

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