His High Road Is a Tunnel
The silence that's before us is a patent lie
For when you see behind the mask
There is darkness is those eyes
He says come take the high road
With his gracious and his meek
But down into a tunnel
His image has to sneak
I don't paint a picture
I don't wish him well
I don't tell his women
That he can rot in hell
If he tells a story
Check the words real fine
I heard them once or twice before
And I'm pretty sure they're mine
Copyright © Raw Thinker | Year Posted 2017
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