Life is a load of Free Stuff

Life is FREE STUFF

I got what I wanted and
You want my blood on your hands

You seem to fall in place
To displace what once was
And pervert what will be

And I'm not tired of
Running in circles yet.
Let me beat my path into
The dust before you grab my arm
And pull me on

Ther is a fork in the road.
Serpentine tines twist and
Push and hiss directions.
A subliminal midnight static
Creeping half hidden images of
Where to go and who to know
And what to do if the world
Were to end right now.

I dug beneath the roads and
I got what I wanted.

You wanted my blood on your hands
But I gave you sweat
Mixed with disgust and
Told you to go
Dig your own hole.

I really liked it.

Huh? what? mabye its just me but I didn't see a conecction to the title and the poem, and the poem itself didn't make much sense ethier. But this stanza here had could imagry even if I didn't compleatly unterstand it:

[quote]
Ther is a fork in the road.
Serpentine tines twist and
Push and hiss directions.
A subliminal midnight static
Creeping half hidden images of
Where to go and who to know
And what to do if the world
Were to end right now.
[/qoute]

You stole this from Senor_Saurkraut at TYWC/Scissorquiz on YWS. Please don't plagiarize, it diminishes everyone.

Here's the original:

http://www.cs.bilkent.edu.tr/~david/der ... m15469.htm

Tsk, tsk.
Nice one, Brad.