My Tapestry

Clichés and marching bands and all my rants
make a word tapestry that shines on counts of three.
It lies on a train somewhere in Spain
waiting to be displayed
to wide-eyed children and their step parents.
Some people will clap and some people will cry
but as time flies by
I'll watch the crowd grow in size.
You look at me funny
a suspect of right
two years have I waited for
this mysterious, anxious, and mournful night.

Chorus:
Though my rhymes do chafe and slave
for you they are nothing but folly
Though my rhymes do chafe and slave
for you they are nothing but folly
A babble not worth reading though each lines pulls your pulley.

You're in it now.
In the tapestry so divine
In the song too long to sing for they say it will only waste your time.
So on that mysterious night
a child's eyes did widen and a step parent did gasp
but don't forget the obvious
they need money for gas.

Chorus

So I sit and sit
Sit and laugh- dark and deep
at what fools they all are.
For I know what I am
and I know what I know.
For I am the one with the coins in the pocket
Yes, I am the one with the coins in the pocket.

Chorus

Don't look so confused.
I got here first.
It’s you who is mistaken and have heard it all wrong
Don't look at me lost like a answer with no question
cause you're in it right now
You’re in it right now
My tapestry
you're in it right now.

Though you lie and chafe and slave
For me you are nothing but folly
Though you lie and chafe and slave
For me you are nothing but folly
A babble not worth reading though each line pulls my pulley