We are in circles
In circles we go
Too late to go back
Too soon to throw
A caw and a cluck
The feathers they fly
Amid two-buck chuck
All high in the sky
The sand and the click
The tick and the tock
The pages they stick
They roll off the dock
A crunch and a hole
A rock rolling by
Instead smoke a bowl
Let the dirt pile high
Nowhere to go
No steam and no flame
No way to say no
No time for a game
Taste the ashes and smoke
The cackle of poison
Just one hit of coke
Go ahead fake the motion
A circle, that circle
Is all that you get
Take a good look around
Now place your bet
Too late to go back
Too soon to throw
Sit back or attack
Now where will you go?
02.27.12
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