Army of Ink Put Your Dress Down
Put Your Dress Down .
Sometimes I feel bad even when I’m not doing bad things. So I gave it a name… ‘The Following Bad’ – and wrote a good story….Shame on you, and you, and you. Hiding truth. Not feeling lies. I lifted up – they put me down. I got gobbled up by cracks in frowns. Now I wear no silky touch. Or dish out shouts, it hurts too much. Duck for cover or run and hide. I bare nothing more than those who lied. Play in pages nice to look. Connect up pieces they once took. And when I spin maybe they’ll see. But it’s not for them. I dance for me.