this is strange business

You sit here for days saying, This is strange business.
You are the strange business.  You 
You have the energy of the sun in you, 
but you keep knotting it up
at the base of your spine.

You're some weird kind of gold
that wants to stay melted
in the furnace, so you won't have to 
become coins. 

Say ONE in your lonesome house.  
Loving all the rest is hiding
inside a lie. 

You've gotten drunk on som nay kinds of wine. 
Taste this.  It won't make you wild. 
It's fired. Give up, 
if you don't understand by this time
that your living is firewood. 

This wave of talking builds. Better
we should not speak,
but let it grown within.

I´m back bitches!

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