There is a muted conversation
In broken english from the recesses of the dark room but the intent is clear
Overnighters all eyes and hands
grasping at the tattered remains of
reason they struggle against
the methods of maddness
this world makes custom
for each of us
Her smiles
are near to my heart
but her fingets too close to my wallet
The heavy hitters
step to the plate but
remain mute when they given
a chance to save the day for
this set of innocence
The crippled man limps
slowly to his last meal
while vultures pick his pockets clean
Im in trouble here
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 9:48 AM UTC
There is a muted conversation
In broken english from the recesses of the dark room but the intent is clear
Overnighters all eyes and hands
grasping at the tattered remains of
reason they struggle against
the methods of maddness
this world makes custom
for each of us
Her smiles
are near to my heart
but her fingets too close to my wallet
The heavy hitters
step to the plate but
remain mute when they given
a chance to save the day for
this set of innocence
The crippled man limps
slowly to his last meal
while vultures pick his pockets clean
Im in trouble here
Im stuck inside a mobile with the tampa bay blues
LOL...will post a real poem for ya asap
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