rings and things and chicken wings
all on a saturday night
i sat in a car in the dark of friday
and saw a certain light

today on my middle i wear a beautiful brass piece
sculpted just for me
tomorrow i'll wear the promise of life
i'll wear it flauntingly

dictionaries and basements and scary stories
are frightening places to some
to me they are the embers of life
directing its script towards fun

i didn't have too much to say
but knew i needed to write
so right now it's an exercise
no sense in putting up a fight