Yo-Yo
yep i believe we come n go,
n get it wrong, so back with woe,
to planet hell on earth,
a maschotist? rebirth,
it makes sense if we flow,
return to pay, to grow,
till we aint a so n so,
there is no cause to smirk,
till our soul finds its total worth,
of sordid death and blood of birth,
though people say not so,
must logic make us know,
till the Christ attains rebirth,
though hell flows like the surf,
you know?
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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