He's checking out the dwarf in the cardigans arse, can't take his beedy eyes off it lol
Happened Stance by a.a.
The time I misstepped,
My footing found lost,
Were the Father's words mindfully heavy?
The hidden curb,
A precipitous swerve
I'm amazed by the misplace of grace.
The day I was shorn
My goldilocks snipped
Was it real or simply a story?
By the weight of those words;
I long for the soft curl of history.
The night I was chased
My sneakers made scrambled
Am I gonna' die in this ravine?
I wish God would just do it for me.
The day that I hid
What was felt on the ledge
If you had been there,
Would you've tattled?
Stern grey grew her face,
While the laugher peeled off
Like gum from the bellies of desks.
When the antagony of time
Buries these souvenirs
Against my wishes
Despite my resistance
And in an unmarked grave.
I sniff them out again...
More soiled, more battered,
Yet unmistakably mine.
> The night I was chased (that night is coming)
> Am I gonna' die in this ravine? (oh yes)
> I wish God would just do it for me.(Gods too busy,but i do odd jobs for him )
> Against my wishes (obviously)
> Despite my resistance (struggle all you want)
> And in an unmarked grave. (several)
> More soiled (lot's of soil)
> more battered (ahem)
> Yet unmistakably mine (oh yes)
Buries these souvenirs ( does he speak of the "trophies"-underwear he has removed from his victims small broken bodies?)
Against my wishes (he's loathe to bury them, as he'd love to keep them under his pillow, but the police are closing in on him)
Despite my resistance (he is trying to control his compulsive urges?)
And in an unmarked grave.(how many victims lay in shallow graves?)
I sniff them out again...(I think this may be a reference to the "trophies" that he digs up occasionally to sniff)
More soiled, more battered, (those poor children! some of them soiled their underwear before he battered tham)
Yet unmistakably mine. ( the most chilling line of all as he taunts the bereaved parents by claiming their children as his own)