Jaggy jigsaw pieces tossed about the room,
I saw my grandma sweeping with her old straw broom,
but she didn’t know what she was doing,
she could hardly understand,
she was really sweeping up pieces of a man.
I saw my daddy meet the mailman,
and I heard the mailman say
“now don’t you take this letter to hard now jimmy..
they’ve laid off 9 others today”
but he didn’t know what he was saying
he could hardly understand
that he was only talking to pieces of a man…
One of my favorite songs… listening to it now thinking how relevant it is for the year of 2009. Onward we go
Peace & good luck to all of us trying to keep all the pieces together
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Frank Sinatra ∞ That´s life ♪ ♫
Lupe [the FUTURE] Fiasco … Fighters ♫
National Poetry Day – Gil Scott-Heron – The Needle’s Eye – Ghetto Style ♫ 