Morally bankrupt with a sweet tooth.

When my day comes to an end, this is how my head works.

Chaos is a crisis in my flesh

The lies, the torture, all Morally unjust

Make for a new,

a chance to start fresh;

Round-a-bout in a glass castle

Instant mental recovery,

In a crooked jacket.

and cement walls.

Sharp with beauty, brains,

You Talented, fool of a

weed-smoking communist.

With “skill in creative endeavors.”

A sorry entertainment, solid in

Conformity.

It’s the Domino effect,

and a Cold

beer to go along with it.

Regarde-vous this here revolution,

Stay awhile,

Make yourself at loss,

You adept pair of breeches, you.

Reviews

[Kyle]

This is great. It has me going all the way through. The part about...the weed smoking communist made me laugh out loud. I smiled at the end too. "You adept pair of breeches, you." :0)

[roarke]

Well, Charlotte Bronte it's not...lol.
yer workin' it girl, keep up the good work.

weeds are for pullin'.........