Wednesday, February 15, 2006

The Window















I was staring out the window
It wasn't the outside world I could see
Just the filthy pane that I was looking through
Because the fact in fact is
Whatever’s in front of me is covering my view
So I can't see what I'm seeing
I can only see what I'm looking through
But even when the window's clean
I still can't see for the fact
That when it's clean it's so clear
I can't tell what I'm looking through
So I had to break the window
It was in my way
Better that I break a window
Than forget what I had to say...

1 comment:

BrianAlt said...

I hate it when chimps bite off my genitals! I just hate that!

Please make the world safer from genital biting chimps! Pleaaaase!