What miserable circumstances these are I must say,
All seriousness awaits every young mind,
Dust turns to dirt,
And thy dirt turns to slime!!!
Lying in the state of orient,
Thine place of buckeye hatched ****'s!!!
Thine place where flies stay nutritious,
And gamblers turn to yahzee!!!
Turnaround,
For pickaways thy decadent view,
Just as Shawshank there's no escape,
Just white t-shirts ,
Straps replace laces and mindrapists of me and you!!!
Such colorful words used in a slander!!!
Falcons to replace birds,
Snake's here to smell out every tasteful salamander!!
No dancers,
No lovers,
No swings,
No palliation!!!
No invitations to weddings,
No wedded rings!!!!
Constitutional rights,
Forgeteth them thou reader of ohian laws,
Thy bloodcells extend,
Muscles bend to flex thy own callibur to thine jaw!!!!
Miracles of dark and lighted angels appear in sequences,
No recommendations,
Just case workers to fill bus help stations!!!
Proverbs to psalms will open to eyes that have not yet seen,
Where pearlied gates are out on display,
No movie theaters,
No freak like scenes!!!
All reality, no aura in the Catacomb of unknown kilter!!!
Pacification leads me successfully with a peace of minds own capture,
Prevailing to Sentiment,
To Amour ever after!!!!!