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mcrguy325
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I've heard this poem before but i have no idea what its called
or who wrote it.
Anyone know anything?
"Now people in my town used to say “hello” when they passed by
now our gaze slip side to side searching for imaginary stimuli
hell
anything anything anything
to avoid eye contact
and really it’s a matter of respect
even dog’s sniff each others’ butts when they pass
and I’m not asking you to stick your nose up my ass
I’m asking you to say
“hello”
hello hello
is there anybody in there behind that blank stare?
you’re not starin at nothin. you’re starin at me.
and with only six degrees separating
guaranteed that you know someone that I know that you know
that you know that I know biblically
or to put it simply a friend of a friend
you’re the carbon and flesh I haven’t yet met
you’re my lover not yet discovered
you’re my fate, my coincidence, my Pandora’s box
and I can’t wait to open the top.
Crack your code but for right now I’ll
S-E double T-L-E
for an H-E double hockey stick O
How do ya do?
“Howdy” and a handshake a “nice day” for old time’s sake a “what’s up”?
For the sheer thrill of conversation.
A hearty point, a thumbs up, a wink accompanied by that finger gun.
Fuck McGruff.
We’ll clean up them streets with human touch
and you wanna talk some grassroots business?
We’ll be so hardcore with our friendliness
We’ll put the Wal-Mart greeters to shame
We’ll make boy scouts helping old ladies look irate
God damn.
We’ll be pleasant.
Y’never know
the next person you meet, you might be holdin hands with at 93
sittin on a porch swing and telling those neighbors’ kids to talk to strangers
Telling them it took particles colliding to freckle that summer sky with bursts of light
so raise ‘em
One two three four five and shake it
might meet a stranger. go home and get naked
might meet the new friend that keeps your sprits raised when your day’s been
two orgasms short of amazin
We are amazing
and this is one weak world
and we choose our own adventure as it twirls
but we’d be sucked into orbit without a little support
see we’re like locks and keys and
and sometimes we fit like friendships
sometimes ally’s ships
yeah strangers seein’ eye to eye
well I’m ready to go pupil to pupil
with the root of all evil,
that place inside us that denies this
that denies this
that in each spirit on this heated planet
lives somebody who has survived
riding that slippery downward slide of life
that leaves us with scarred hearts that obligingly beat with
the diligence of gravity
of moonrise
like hightide in chest cavities
like a fuckin Whitney Houston song
we survive.
So let’s honor that at least with a passing high five
and recognize that there aint no shame in that game
we’re masters of our own fate
y’never know
who’s behind that first wave."
or who wrote it.
Anyone know anything?
"Now people in my town used to say “hello” when they passed by
now our gaze slip side to side searching for imaginary stimuli
hell
anything anything anything
to avoid eye contact
and really it’s a matter of respect
even dog’s sniff each others’ butts when they pass
and I’m not asking you to stick your nose up my ass
I’m asking you to say
“hello”
hello hello
is there anybody in there behind that blank stare?
you’re not starin at nothin. you’re starin at me.
and with only six degrees separating
guaranteed that you know someone that I know that you know
that you know that I know biblically
or to put it simply a friend of a friend
you’re the carbon and flesh I haven’t yet met
you’re my lover not yet discovered
you’re my fate, my coincidence, my Pandora’s box
and I can’t wait to open the top.
Crack your code but for right now I’ll
S-E double T-L-E
for an H-E double hockey stick O
How do ya do?
“Howdy” and a handshake a “nice day” for old time’s sake a “what’s up”?
For the sheer thrill of conversation.
A hearty point, a thumbs up, a wink accompanied by that finger gun.
Fuck McGruff.
We’ll clean up them streets with human touch
and you wanna talk some grassroots business?
We’ll be so hardcore with our friendliness
We’ll put the Wal-Mart greeters to shame
We’ll make boy scouts helping old ladies look irate
God damn.
We’ll be pleasant.
Y’never know
the next person you meet, you might be holdin hands with at 93
sittin on a porch swing and telling those neighbors’ kids to talk to strangers
Telling them it took particles colliding to freckle that summer sky with bursts of light
so raise ‘em
One two three four five and shake it
might meet a stranger. go home and get naked
might meet the new friend that keeps your sprits raised when your day’s been
two orgasms short of amazin
We are amazing
and this is one weak world
and we choose our own adventure as it twirls
but we’d be sucked into orbit without a little support
see we’re like locks and keys and
and sometimes we fit like friendships
sometimes ally’s ships
yeah strangers seein’ eye to eye
well I’m ready to go pupil to pupil
with the root of all evil,
that place inside us that denies this
that denies this
that in each spirit on this heated planet
lives somebody who has survived
riding that slippery downward slide of life
that leaves us with scarred hearts that obligingly beat with
the diligence of gravity
of moonrise
like hightide in chest cavities
like a fuckin Whitney Houston song
we survive.
So let’s honor that at least with a passing high five
and recognize that there aint no shame in that game
we’re masters of our own fate
y’never know
who’s behind that first wave."