Their hearts awkward
As their minds debonair
Sliding into mass printing libido
Without any care
Spreading out
Infecting others
Empowered by hype
And shiny colors
Hue of rays
Flower winded rosaries
Pollen plague
Everything too ordinary
Lining up
To be the same
And here they are
Having the nerve to call me insane
Sorry, So sorry I have a mind of my own
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/10/10
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