Dispute the Fact
Dispute the fact,of the ill-mannered man.
His eye's obscured,
he don't understand.
So things are cofusing,
well it's not so amusing.
Your world is full of,
the ungodliest pleasures,
nightmares, fantasy's,
and obscene jestures.
If you could know love,
from a humble childs heart.
You could fit in society,
and make a new start.
Oh but you have not found,
the goodness within.
Your bite is yet deadly,
without piercing the skin.
You've done your part,
you know we can't stand.
Dispute the fact of the ill-mannered man.
Robert Dale Taylor
Copyright © Robert Taylor | Year Posted 2006
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