
andycerrone
Banned
Hey, I never really post in here (I keep meaning to come in here, but I always get sucked into an arguement in the cave...
). Anyways, haha, I went through a really long time since I had written anything, and I happened to tonight, but I have no one around to really critique it, and I whenever I poke my proverbial head in here I always see good advice being given, so opinions would mean something to me. A lot of this plays on multiple definitions of words and homophones. I'm a lit major so I kind of go wild with it sometimes.
and also, some info before reading it:
*The word lager has two meanings. One being an alcoholic beverage that has been sitting for a minimum of 6 weeks before served, another being an encampment of wagons used for protection, often during the time of Manifest Destiny.
**A fennec is a desert fox, known for it's really big ears and high pitched yelp (think desert movie coyote/fox sounds). They mostly scavenge for food (hense the line it's in).
I'm reading your eyes
with a smudge on their pupils
and a tear to their side.
Well you know;
you can't always hide the half truths
in a lager,
in the desert,
where only the fennec will hear you laugh
through your skeleton jaw
(you knew those truths would fall through the cracks
and be the death of you).
It was no accident.
You march loud in your boots
but the convoy will only lead you to your bones.
Thanks so much guys!

and also, some info before reading it:
*The word lager has two meanings. One being an alcoholic beverage that has been sitting for a minimum of 6 weeks before served, another being an encampment of wagons used for protection, often during the time of Manifest Destiny.
**A fennec is a desert fox, known for it's really big ears and high pitched yelp (think desert movie coyote/fox sounds). They mostly scavenge for food (hense the line it's in).
I'm reading your eyes
with a smudge on their pupils
and a tear to their side.
Well you know;
you can't always hide the half truths
in a lager,
in the desert,
where only the fennec will hear you laugh
through your skeleton jaw
(you knew those truths would fall through the cracks
and be the death of you).
It was no accident.
You march loud in your boots
but the convoy will only lead you to your bones.
Thanks so much guys!