December 2010
1 post
Facade
I must admit,
You had me fooled,
The words you speak,
Produce the drool,
Of every bumbling idiot in your presence.
Don’t make a scene,
Control the crowd,
They will obey as I rebel,
Cause I’m the only one who sees what you can do.
Crafty theives will make believe,
To be a trustworthy friend,
But if I see behind debris,
The horns will grow until no end.
He made the mess,
That no...