Touch
Touch
touch ouch it hurts
burst the earth
tell me something I haven’t learned
churned burnt
turn the hour glasback
and let me know if its going to last
cast the future
amused with losers
opening there eyes
time sighs
ties the knot
the others are robots
going tick tock tick tock
there brains jammed with
garble
there skin flaked with marble
so sleek and defined with no stubble
built in a bubble
defined insanity
know one talk about me
no touching or speaking out loud
I find it so profound
they are the clowns
tick tock
the bomb goes off
written by tonuhalan1/05.06/mon
Copyright © Sean Mcmahon | Year Posted 2006
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