by star R flight
Sunday, December 01, 2002
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They slowly watched it,
As "IT" fell below shame.
"IT" didn't want to give a name,
"IT" knew it was the blame,
For wanting a perfect world.
A cure for the lonely and departed.
"IT" won't be broken down,
Because it stands firm on the ground.
Without making a sound,
"IT's" done all it can do, to get noticed.
"IT's" not sharp, but it has a good heart.
Now "IT's" beening ripped unsmart,
By an unwilling part.
So now "IT" holds its head once again,
In shame, knowing it is the only one to blame.
All this for not being smart,
Enough to play its part.
So now "IT" will dismember,
Until one day it is remembered.