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from the song Split …
You spun a tale, I turned a phrase,
We split and yet the cleavage stays.
I have to hold you ... accountable.
I need to have you ... sign the bottom line.
I dream about you ... with someone else.
I want to kiss you ... goodbye.
from the song Distraction …
But the sentiments did not exist
The first time we had never kissed.
I’ve mulled at last about my mind,
And on the food for thought I dined.
And now I can’t relay my meaning.
Are the pillars of knowledge still leaning
Against the walls we’ve built to cage ourselves in?
If the foundation’s impure, do the floors need cleaning?
Do our urges let us out, or do they let us sin?
from the song What The Hell …
And once again my meaning failed to find its way.
My voice has spoken every word you wouldn’t say.
I penned a lyric that could never quite convey
What the hell I’d erased.
I thought intently on the course that sent me here;
Appeared refracted through, of course, a pint of beer.
Inebriated as I was, I stood to peer
At the hell I had faced.
from the song Woman’s
Inhumanity To Man …
So what is wrong with women who must sugar-coat the lies
When they have never used a sweetener in their tea?
They say it’s better bitter, but her bastardized replies
Leave several lumps stuck in my throat, apparently.
from the song What’s My Sine?
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The functions of your curve delineates a graphic pun.
I’m inclined upon your slope, so can I drop you a line?
You’d pondered for a secant and replied, correctly, “One,”
When I’d taken the right angle, then, and asked you “What’s my sine?”
from the song Blow Me, Wendy …
She has quite the sharp tongue, but every thorn has its rose.
And it’s her on her knees when it’s me to propose.
I’ll catch disbelief at all her passionate throes
And, among other things, it’s my mind that she blows.
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Split 6:12
©2003 Brian Michael
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