Whack clap and a calming pat, A gentle man in a naval hat, Wooden guns elastic bands, Family values passing hands, Clocks swing by as watch hands fly,
By Stuart Thomas5 years ago in Poets
Machine mangling intricate thoughts behind the retina, The kings pieces stuttering Dangling heads are a replica, of times gone by and of mass hysteria
He sits in a cold dark room He sits in a cold dark sweat He sits in a cold dark tomb He fears years of regret. To socialize he must rationalize the fear of a thousand eyes. Health and care is well and fair but without actions words are only air.