Reply #15: Aye the thrill of it [View All]

[sweetheart]

When in the madness of dissonance,
you feel defeated by the lowest of foul,
no disseervice to fall down on your lance,
to make the point right or leave now.

And your mythical gesture doth entrance,
the new meme we can't talk for the muckiest sow,
when in truth we don't give a glance,
insane bonkers the talk of palestine rows.

Does the wars fog defeat those with heart,
certainly not as the democratic votes go,
but does it take its toll on our art,
yes indeed, my soul is scraped, sore and low.
In the wind and magnificent sun,
borndem a gift your elegant run.

Logoff and see you when we do,
in a lifetime or two we all chat again,
so much else out there to chew,
without knowing the hatred of men.