Trapped inside the elevator
where it's cool and mellow
Antisocial behaviour..
The cut on my finger..
really hurts..when
I type and pursue
the offensive nature..
where thought is crime
and endangered specture
who would've thought
that what I thought
would sing such tender
and emotive sweet surrender..
so keep on typing my brother..
who knows what will come out..
matters on thought..
what it matters to most..
is matters is not..
so here I am..
dancing around with words
spinning round the bend..
truely scrumptious
the written word
a delicatesan of mind
and verb..sauce and
substance..mental lube..
I guess what's spent..
is all in all repentative
glory and misinformed
end of story..
By Rick Weber
July 15, 2011
copywritten
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