Tuesday, October 4, 2011


Yesterday I was sitting in the backyard with the girls and decided I wanted to write a fictional song from the perspective of an inanimate object; in this case, a fence. So here's what I came up with...

(c) 2011 Ross Christopher

You've built me for isolation,
Insulation, desolation, and instigation

We've held in our secret nights
And out our eventual fights

From me, you're half-spoken,
Never listened,
Judged in whispers,
And gotten bitter

You call me fences
You call me six-foot privacy
But I am speechless
And all I do is see


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