Maximum Exposure

Brown Guitar & Brown Guitar 2

'Brown Guitar'

I've got myself a brown guitar

It won't take me very far

But it will

Occupy

My fingers

'Brown Guitar 2'  

I've got myself a brown guitar

It won't take me very far

But it will

Occupy

My Fingers

They are tired of touching you

You gnaw at them

And turn them blue

They've painted your mountains

And been your steed

You've made them cry and made them bleed

And now for a better use

Then to be your toys

Or to tie my noose

They refuse; your work to do

So cut em, cut em loose

I've got myself a brown guitar

It won't take me very far

But it will

Occupy

My Fingers

The mission of my touch has failed

Only the pain of your skin prevails

They need a loving sort

One that does not use them for sport

Any maybe just maybe

If your love still lingers

I better, well I have...

I've got myself a brown guitar

It won't take me very far

But it will

Occupy

My Fingers

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A/N:

So yeah I wrote the short crisp version and then later in a fit of frustration decided that it would grow into the second poem.  But i left them as two distinct poems as the original has so much opportunity, it can be seen as full of promise, or the start of something new, etc.  The second poem is decidedly more pained, and the first poem doesn't deserve that.

This might not make sense.

Anyhow, if you like it, vote it.

Cheers,

-DarthPadre