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Gesture

Gesture Sometimes eye can get bent it is the fault of no one It is the way the gangs give signals to the others of their kind each one meaning death they play they flash the gang sign and then the way they play the way they give the death a double finger can mean a chopper a little hatchet he has hidden in the grass behind him a little further down the garden path of his destruction little further than the evidence suggests that we must go a man waves his hand at me and makes me think he is just showing me his gang he is just showing me his GUN hand thing his way he does his murder and some of the man who waves at me is sure to be like this sometimes a hand is waved in just hello but that was then and this is now and to be sure it all confuses me most anyhow they wave it seems a gesture to be down to be thrown at me to make me frown to make this clown to fear for his own sanity please just keep the gesture of that wave please keep it take it to thy GRAVE and let me live in peace and not strang predicament of want. Please don’t wave. The Gesture.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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