Matter
Syllables of rock formations;
Sold pies of dispositions;
What does it matter?
Matter
And what'd the measure;
When you open up the pleasure;
Does it matter?
Matter
And what's the measure;
What's your pleasure;
And why must I muster;
This is a heavy-burden filibuster;
Cloudy nights and darken days;
Can't imagine that crimes pay;
I must resign from my life of life today!
This is the measure;
This is my pleasure;
And yes it matters;
NO not antimatter;
It's all unveil to hang my sign out;
Heaven is just closed Satan moved out;
And yet we all have the choice;
This is what I'd voice
and yes it does, it
Matters
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
March 18 2014
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017
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