March 18 2010

IOP

So tired of the motions
and the outside forces
there's no applause or ovations
sitting silent as corpses
what can we get out of this
you can't teach us to be drones
and your ignorance is utter bliss
we don't care about your thrones
what would it take to make your hear
stop staring down your nose
like it's me you fear
put me in a box of no's
this room is too cold
this mind isn't yours to fold

Reviews

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nice work. you're style of writing interests me: your rhyme schemes are existent yet they fall apart but i like it. i like when there are no rules.

favorite line: you can't teach us to be drones

i see you're going back to your ignorance is bliss statement.

good work my friend. i hope to see more from you soon.