Right Wrong
We no longer can bumpInto humans with our own honed finesse...
Everyone is a threat in need of assesment.
In need of assesment?
I only want to chuckle some three year olds chin.
Lost concept I suppose.
Chins will remain unchuckled then.
I must dance myself down this endless
Road of uselessness where I must
Never touch on a soul for fear of repercussions.
I will wave to Carolina
As I gather her to me...
I know right from wrong and you should
Ask me about your common sense.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2011-01-27 at 02:23
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