in the hall of rusted gold is a fresh photograph
of me and love from long ago
it looks as good as new in the dim moonlight
i hope its not a fright
on the wall hangs guitars
rock tools that forged our age
they gleam like showgirls
thru the turned page
silent instruments abhor a sound
the strings are taut to teach the still
how to not be loud
to be a compliant crowd
i want to smash them all to dust
and stomp the shards until i bust
sweep it all into the fire
watch it fly into my ire
the hall is dark right now
my fav place to be
in here i wont bow
i promote me
of me and love from long ago
it looks as good as new in the dim moonlight
i hope its not a fright
on the wall hangs guitars
rock tools that forged our age
they gleam like showgirls
thru the turned page
silent instruments abhor a sound
the strings are taut to teach the still
how to not be loud
to be a compliant crowd
i want to smash them all to dust
and stomp the shards until i bust
sweep it all into the fire
watch it fly into my ire
the hall is dark right now
my fav place to be
in here i wont bow
i promote me