In A World Made Up Of Words The Teeth Are So Mad I Wish I Was Harder Than The World
in a world made up of words there is no foundation and all bricks fly
forever casting the first stone which is always immune to gravity and buzzes away like an insect
you know what is spoken but not its meaning
Jo Twist © 2002
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the teeth are so mad they chatter
the hair is so mad it stands on end
the mouth is so mad it splits in a grin
the head is so mad it bows and nods
the mind is so mad I am all mad
I wish I was harder than the world I would walk thru walls I would stamp down mountains
but I am softer than the world I cut myself on the edges of everything
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