he's tragically independent, a man of tricks and tropes
who hasn't seen the writing on the wall
a wall that obscures with it's sweet tender lies
as it warns of this honest man's fall

-- i betcha homer could come up with something fresh. He'd certainly have had enough time to think of something. Sigh. No real entry tonight. To worn out trying to write a song.

too bad its no good. I'll try again.

vicious lies that wear the sheath of truth,
til the only truth that's left
is the memory of something real.
something good.

ha. not long enough and it doesnt even rhyme. im tired. gnite scouts.