2004-01-04 / 8:47 p.m.
Stones

Are you troubled

By my dirty little thoughts

As they spew forth

And corrupt those around

Wash me clean

But inside I'm still dirty

And before long

It always shines through

Are you conflicted

When reading what I write

Instead of the joy

Of puppies, kitties and rainbows

You find the naughtiness

That everyone else is ashamed to say

Even though they think it

Tie me up and burn me

I don't mind the flames

At least it's warmer than the water

Read my mind

Then gather your stones

I've already got mine.