Sunday, May 29, 2005

Before the Courts

Save your idol
Glittering prize
All that sparkles doesn't lead up
Is all a question of taste?
Add another tassle to your wig
If it please the court, I'm guilty.

It's a photo
Prized collection
A picture of the past you left behind
Somehow you never turned
You never spun to face the camera man
If it please the court, I'm guilty.

Change your life
On the upward path
The sun seems somehow nearer
A smile in a lunchbox
It seems some things make life worth living
If it please the court, I'm guilty.

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