Just play really loud.A Poem by Lee W. Deason
This is a warning call.
You are still in yesterdays clothes and you've got no clue. Of whats happened to you. This is a lucky fall. As I flail for the theater to smirk like they're a cut above us. Cause we're all acting out. From what we have to say. Simply biased just because. It's easier this way. On the ride home. You are still in yesterdays clothes and you've got no clue. Of whats about to happen. I never called home. Instead I was arrested by the night and I started to fade. Cause we're all acting out. From what we have to say. Simply biased just because. It's easier this way. But my left hand is unable on your table. To serve you any good at all. I'd rather rot in hell than be put on show and tell. I am a display for your children. Children without vision. To read the lie off of. So you can get off the way you'd like. Cause we're all acting out. From what we have to say. Simply biased just because. It's easier this way. To understand that some of us are damned. © 2008 Lee W. DeasonFeatured Review
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