that song

[saw]

that song
why
why that one
of all the tunes
that could be spun
by random spiders
the DJ picked that one
from the rack of torture

as if he conspired with you
to stab the needle
into the ribs of a doll
with my likeness

but the blow lands lower
and deeper
and all I can hear
at this moment
is the nefarious chuckle
of a demented clown

and those notes
over and again
the lyrics in your voice,
the cosmic scorpion stings
in her perpetual way

[judih]

oh, the pain
i think, steve, you speak for me and perhaps all of us

[creativesoul]

excellant-

[constantine]

i hate that damn song - they always whip out that bad boy when they want to hit the old button.

[saw]

thanx c-soul......and judih, happy that I hit a nerve ( of course I mean that in a nice way)......and dino we all at least have that metaphoric song....that button you speak of