the controller...
you hurl and you curl
your line right around-
then tie as you pry
and knock to the ground...
you rule as a fool
and hit with your haze-
you expect and reject
then leave a dark maze...
you slash and you trash
then shove right off course-
you kill with your chill
as you endlessly force...
you change and arrange
at the drop of a hat-
then bend and amend
and roll me out flat...
Joy Weare.
23rd March, 2007.
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