Overloads
do you ever get tiered
of the pompas overlords
that talk and talk
and fill every second
with word after word
till they lose meaning
to all but them
every moment
a painted picture
when silence sinks in
you can hear them claw
for a word
the fear in there eyes
because they fear truth
with a flick of the nose
it's not worth it
hi i'm the god
and thats my game
Copyright © John Tanaskow | Year Posted 2009
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