When I can’t prowl.
I feel trapped.
Ensnared.
So I stand on doorways
Clown looking to ground.
Stared at and Snared.
I rhyme silly sounds
All round
caverns of slate
Tis there I dance.
Like the fury of hail
I mime and regale
In a vision of hell
lies my holy grail
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 6:09 PM UTC
When I can’t prowl.
I feel trapped.
Ensnared.
So I stand on doorways
Clown looking to ground.
Stared at and Snared.
I rhyme silly sounds
All round
caverns of slate
Tis there I dance.
Like the fury of hail
I mime and regale
In a vision of hell
lies my holy grail
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