The Man With Too Much Love For His Own Good - Poem by Daniel McCann
I love the sound of the rain hitting against the window
just comming down
I love sitting here listening to it
its trying to get us
it keeps comming down
but it cant
it cant get through,
but its not powerful enough.
It could be?
If the man upstairs cried enough?
If he got off his high horse and realised what this world- his world has become?
He could drown us all
he could make us realise
he could make
us do something
if he cried,
we could stop crying
I dunno about that?
But I would never let you drown
I would never let anyone get to you
I would slice them all,
But I won't need to cause no one knows we are here
but he can't get to us
no one can
cause the doors locked
and your mine.
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