Raisons
I'm forever thankful for my left hand
I am pleased to be the sad inside the man...
Disipline and misery
Vaceline makes sex easy.
Thinner than a paper plate,
I'm thankful for this angst and hate.
Feverish and incolence,
I've an itch with innocence.
Stuffing faces-vulger thoughts,
of happy days and blood shot eyes.
I'm forever thankful for my left hand.
Guns arent for me,
sissors instead,
Crack in pile, now time for bed.
I'm a raison in the son,
You're my serpant with scales that run.
Pages that turn make fantacy's
I'm as small as the light on me.
I'm as free as a beast can be.
There's nothing like the useless me.
Unless this road goes anyother way,
I'll take a chance and forget today.
Like a mother holds her young,
I hold my breath each time I'm done.
I'm forever thankful for my left hand.
It made me the man that I pathetically am
Copyright © Zachary Perry | Year Posted 2007
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