There's a hole where I can be forgotten,
Find the holes in laws, politics, and humankind.
I don't want to be known,
I don't want to be prone
To absorbtion.
A fugitive from convention.
Still I squirm, through holes in the earth,
I'll find the spaces in the world,
If I gotta eat dirt.
Yeah, eat dirt.
Drink water out of the taps -
I am drinking,
Artificial flavour right now,
Simulated variety of lemons and limes.
Next it's sheep,
Next androids,
Then sleep.
And still I squirm, like worms in the earth,
Still I eat dirt,
Just to stay alive.
Still I cheat and find the holes to stay outside the lines.
I'm gonna claw through the holes, gonna run to the holes,
Even if I eat dirt, dirt poor and
Still I'll squirm through holes in the earth,
I'll find the spaces in the world.
Oh, why was I born so human?
When I feel I gotta own,
Not money, clothes but
Every implication, word, thought, oh
Who am I? I want to be nothing,
Wanna earn nothing, wanna learn something
From the world.
Still I love the goddam dirt,
It looks so good on me.
Still I love the goddam earth,
I just want none for me.
I just wanna make some room in here,
So I can live - baby.
I'll tell all your silent stories, wonder what's underneath
Study theories, sleep by the river but there's
Got to be, some room in all this waste
For me.
Still I squirm, through holes in the earth,
I'll find the spaces in the world,
If I gotta eat dirt.















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I like it a lot (hence the favorite!), and particularly like the idea of the dirt, and the holes in the earth type deal.
And the occasional rhyme, but not constantly rhyming adds a fun sort of style to it.
Basically: sweet poem!
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It might have a couple more full rhymes than I usually would have, cause I was working towards a certain sound, so it would fit well into music.
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