Litter another state.

Litter another state.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason

Back before there was this curtain.
I kept my finger on the trigger.
Now I'm bursting with insults for you.
Your attached to her at the hip.

Nothing else works where it used to.
Every other has nothing for you.
Giving shallow perceptions.
Minor social deceptions.

You were a piece of blood.
Now you make ignorance look good.
O hear me, please hear me.
Your lame, it is understood.

I kept my finger on the trigger.
Now I'm bursting with insults for you.

Take your time, I'm sure you can find your way.
Lets hope there is a change in day.

© 2008 Lee W. Deason


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Added on February 6, 2008