by Hewitt E Moore
Monday, October 04, 2010
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Oddness, dumbed-down by lies.
Judged by the lord of the flies.
Intentional drama, succumbed by fate.
Irresistible urge to love the hate.
Blind journey with eagle vision.
Loved by none, one-man mission.
Screams of laughter pour from the soul.
Not one crumb in the bottom of the bowl.
Sleepless days, paranoid nights.
Slaughtered sheep buzz the lights.
A dollar made is a dollar spent,
on a beer; why pay rent?
Poisoned minds, systematical demise.
When will the sun fail to rise?
Maybe today; Maybe tonight.
Is that a star? Man, it's bright.
A hope, a dream, a plan, a goal.
A monster, a demon, a whore, a troll.
A road straight to the bowels of hell.
I've lost the flock, can't you tell?
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|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Wowww....Great writing..enjoyed...take care OK..Hugsss|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Hah! As I was reading this well-written spoof(?) I couldn't help but think of an old, old jazz song sung by Annie Ross by the name of "Twisted." If you've never heard it check out Youtube, here is the address http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUMXJSOIksU|