WHEARES THE HARM

Wheres the harm in letting go

Let things slide a way

Of what after all been taken

Fore granted any way

And why say anything

Les said soonest mended

What never what is gone

Well then well it will to late

Any way so lets get on with life

Except it keep your nose clean

Do not attract attention

Keep your mouth shut

And all that kind of thing

Well not as if we do anything wrong

And if you do well thats your look out

So what if they read my emails

Liston in to record my phone calls

Well not as if I'm this or that persuasion

And affter all I do keep my self to my self

Troubles others have well nothing to do with me

WHAT JUST WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?

I HAVE ME RIGHTS YOU KNOW

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN

BY LAUGHING?

HELP! HELP! OH! HELP ME I BEG YOU HELP ME!

I bang my fists on sides of the wagon. Only to course much mirth among

the guards. Accompanied by weeping and the gnashing of teeth . The sounds of

despair.


Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Poet




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Written on 2012-05-19 at 18:29

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