Words. Typical poems. All the same. But this one?

This one's different.

Why you might ask?

You tell me.

Does it make your hair stand on end? No

Does it make you wonder about right or wrong? nope

Will you wake up in the middle of the night wondering about it?

Maybe....

Because I am you.

We seek eloquent truths bottled in used ****** prescriptions
but we're all only limp ****** laying on the side of the road covered in mud.

ART