She Don'T Get It

She don't get it

She don't get it

But then not many of us do

But we still try to fake it

You didn't hear that from me

You couldn't have,

I never say anything I don't mean, and I did mean to say that

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And when you get confused pretty girl

Take a second pretty girl

And think about how strange it is, that you're a human being

And you're wearing shoes and undergear

Your neighbor has an accent dear

And he's living on a planet

That is suppended in an atmosphere

Just take a second and maybe you will find

A little piece of mind

From my balcony I witness

The end of the dayshift

Workers walking to their cars and

Barking their “see you laters”

In the distance I can hear

The freeway that they're now on

Locked inside their cars and barking at other drivers

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She don't get it

Silly little pretty girl she hasn't got a clue this one

I know this life isn't for real

I talk about the differences

In my series of short essays

But death is another subject

She flirts openly in space

Flirts with the cosmos

Shrinking suitors with her sharp tongue

But that's just the way she comes off

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