foolish man
foolish boy
what is to be said about the
wrong of man
that would
reflect back in eyes of dismay
and dpression
t
h
e
last word we saw of this nature
was the last of a dying breed
of digital men and robot
fingers
I don't know if i belong to this
crazy man hunt
or the racing rat
the
truth is
fame isn't a door bell
to wealth
nor is the
creativity flawless
so they cover up there disfunction
with stressed muscles and
out stretched bitter
prude hands empty
love
was
washed away
in a wave of failure
welcome to
the shell
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