Took a break from work,
Decide to write a poem
And I thought of you...
In blankets,
LOoking for a song,
You're living in a fascinating world
Where the languages are different
But the people are selfish and
Lost at sea
Torn apart at the seams
The poem's page is torn into pieces
The message is still on the phone
As a text
I have 12 minutes
Before I take you to pieces
Look at your ashes
They all burn to seamless
Floating on the breeze
Dusty windows at the yellow dawn
Of green day
Of ******'s release
"Be a man," keep them out noisy Irishmen break the fight with Italian stilettos from the shop of the British. Irishmen you'll be done when we’re done with ya. But stay in your country.