You Figure Out a Title
direct like the letter
D
you and me
we'll see
Feeling free
is just
a
feeling
unworldly says the
zodiac
what world should I be?
take my energy
else
I'm amused of
myself
Food,paper,pen
a lost boy
cries in the maze
kill the pimps
give the girls their dignity
the crow nibbles
on my back
cut my tongue
I wish not to talk
ramble ramble
tell the pen to stop
jump and hide
my toes feel
good
so will the man who
keeps my morals
Kill the innocent
swan,
says he
who holds the power
of the gun
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