Likeness to
the open endtimes
of an unseemly
unhollowed earthen
grave..jump right
in..without so much
skin..Barely enough
to make the grade
Cut right to the
matter..seen right
through the transparent
celophane well preserved
just like you knew me
It's playtime you see
lykenthrope of illiterate
leprocy,ring the bell
Unclean Unclean
The heart of the matter
Is the truth of the batter
And mixed right in
Is superfluous and genuine sin
Baked up and served real hot
Guaranteed to put a smile
on your face..or your
money back..Never happy
with what you've got..Living
in a house..your Mother
bought..Like a tiger in
a cage..set you free
amongst the villagers
Come what may..The blue
haired,blonde eyed
children we shall save..
By Rick Weber
October 7, 2011
copywritten
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