Blind Dog

Solicitor, Tiny gangster Greatest showman of the all Budding flower Both open yet closed To what is meant to be A city without parks or tree's A black and white 3D modern day television With supersonic fibre internet connection 24/7 Trapped inside a spider's webb complete with all the trimmings Chock full of what every human desires drapped in skin of flesh My precious My lord that holdeth sway over the 1 true ring above them all I beckon and await your call Every second i betray That which i was born to be As i am walking slowly blind Each day by day Further into the devils mitts Without you beside me to guide me