ii – twirl inside.
Clap your hands for inner peace
Tell Corey what you thought of this poem in the guestbook.
Close your eyes to the disease
Demeanor defected deities
Drown society
Twirl inside
Take the ride
Beam with pride
For suicide
Pounded by biased tales of torture
Resurrected by inner (outer) peace
Provided to you by Wal-Mart
Drowned people
Found peace
More none captive
Of the all consuming lease
Clap your hands for alterations
Substances blur situations
News delivered in rations
Outer peace breeds complacence
Twirl inside
Take the ride
Slowly slide
Blur suicide
Take
The
Ride.
RIDE.
