Waiting For The Man To Lead The Way.
The 6th Month Of The Year, The 8th Day

The monotony of a mundane Monday morning
Can be alleviated by the allure of the amorous amazonian from accounts

I search far and wide
As far as the eye can see
For a  drop of intelligence
In a ocean of stupidity

Never ceases to amaze.
The mentality of the masses,
Their world in a daze.

Devoid of all nerve.
Following orders blindly,
Happy to serve.

Their's is not to question why.
Swallow all the *******,
Conform and then die

Please tell me what kind of life form, I beg
Is growing within this chocolate egg

Pleasing To The Eye, The Heart And The Soul.
Let Me Capture This Moment Forever.
A Living Hard Copy To Remind Me.
With The Passage Of Time
As Memories Turn To Dust And
People And Places Cease To Be Real,
I Will Have This And I Will Know,
IT WAS GOOD

Pangs of guilt in my heart.
I do have compassion
Well that's a start