Trigger
Will the people ever ball-
at the right of their figures?
And let cock be the trigger?
At the sign of the savior?
With the women in blazes?
True signs come and go,
it is amazing...
People heap hype at the sight of the mic,
at freight night-
and at soccer fields European wide.
But why confide?
Mean people act mean because they have mean to say,
I mean,
they wonder all day why they are that way!
But in a shining star,
people pretend to see afar,
just across the bar.
People will heep-hipe more clearer,
when the dogs try to lick silver,
they will see people right,
when the night turns into the revealer.
In time it will become,
because in my mind there is a plum-
so dam ripe,
I am starting to come.
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