Our Own Demise©
Click goes the end of my pen
As the ball point
Unlike a turtles head
IS
Forced to retreat within itself
Once more
And
Down goes the self-worth
Of
The local whore
As
What she planned
(make ends meet just this once)
Now she has come to realize
This
o
n
c
e
Time has become her
9:00 TO 5:00
AND
s
K
In the y
Sleeps
OUR OWN DEMISE
As
Our ignorance deteriorates
The Ozone
Thus destorying
Our
home
Our
Own
So until I
Return
Burn
Sleep in an
Urn
Or
6ft under
Click will go
the end of my pen
The truth will be written.
January 21st 2010
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