Scenery is more important than these squalls.A Poem by Lee W. Deason
Chipper in your best suit.
Yes this is what I was saying all along. Today sharp breeze through your hair. Ask me questions. Will you participate or will you fall behind? Shame on you. It sounds familiar. Inside of your fake playground. Your gone, will you participate? Simplistic delusions in your mind. Troubled man. Sorry for cutting your ropes. You will drown. I will have wrote you off. Smooth these wrinkles. In our way, of taking it in. Acid falls in the rain sprinkles. It burns our eyes again. They looked familiar. Someone once belonged here. Taking a deep breath of synthetic oxygen. My substitute for whats to come. Simplistic delusions in your mind. Troubled man. Sorry for cutting your ropes. You will drown. I will have wrote you off. © 2008 Lee W. Deason |
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