frantic servility keeps the streets busy anxious visitors try looking lazy even the sky above has gone hazy its alright to feel crazy no-one has a clue why rainbows make you feel both warm and blue or rains bring down a sigh of mellowed pain when you see villains crying you know inwardly people are always trying when a hero tumbles theres a certain glee born of imperfection flowing from within knowing the innate state of natural misery whether protecting the mansion or dying without a pension we are always at a junction directing traffic to yet another intersection whether sitting on your ass or moving your limbs we drivel and drive crib and bribe its the way of the human tribe we gotta look at it with humbled pride as you would your newly garbed bride or the beaming groom and when the honeymoon is done come home to a broom
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 10:40:29 +0000
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