Friday, January 29, 2010

I am weary dreary
from clearly compiled
profiles provide miles
of trials for my malleable mind
render me blind, confused, deaf, dumb &
thirsty follow the stench to quench 'em
but firstly find a kind of motivation
coupled abruptly in erupting sensation
but my outlook i mistook for having
qualification in truth
his bite is toothless eyes are useless
razor running marathon man, starting line he's shoeless
he brings us a clueless crescendo

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