I scream to laugh
I burn to cry
I long for tears
From both my eyes
My heart gets hardened
As I'm turning cold
Hair is still thinning
I'm getting too old
But not to worry
I have a cure
It's just a pill
It makes me slur
But, there's a hope
It's called a dance
But, I can't move
It's called fat chance
By,
John P. Pierre
Evanston, IL C 06/06/16
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
I scream to laugh
I burn to cry
I long for tears
From both my eyes
My heart gets hardened
As I'm turning cold
Hair is still thinning
I'm getting too old
But not to worry
I have a cure
It's just a pill
It makes me slur
But, there's a hope
It's called a dance
But, I can't move
It's called fat chance
By,
John P. Pierre
Evanston, IL C 06/06/16