Off Track
Like a runaway train
My arms strapped down
In my nice clean gown
Expressions without charm
A swab on my arm
I’m in the direct path of harm
Staring back are only frowns
Who are these hateful clowns
The poison from plastic to my vein
By Robb A. Kopp
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Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2010
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