Ocsheriffsdept
Forgetting where to look within the eyes of me
Noted case of the rudiments of your hospitality
Don't forget to pray to those who may think they need
to quench the thirst of something they chose to never see
Wandering through the path of another's self indulgence
Creeping through the cracks of all the walls belligerence
Dying on the seed born from the speakers pestilence
When the voices that surround you make sense without sense
Laughter is a challenge between the torture of the three
Pulling on the passions of the hidden genius within me
Seeing the naked eye of invisible clothing covering she
When everybody in the world controls the mind of the free
and that is We, Myself, I, and Me...Trilaterally with She...
bmdavey@11/13/18
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2018
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