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.
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