You thought you'd lie,
But oh, who am I?
It's now my time,
To share your prize...
Come into my circus,
We have sweet treats,
Bubbles and candy,
Face paint for your feet!
Sit in first class,
Well pump up the gas.
Don't worry, just laugh,
It's filling up fast!
Gas with a twist!
Like balloons on a stick!
Quit screaming and squirming,
You'll miss my new trick!
Spinning and swirling,
Your head must be twirling!
Dancing and singing,
Your brains must be spinning!
Take the next notch,
My special red box,
Full throttle, Mrs. Waddle,
I'll watch as you crumble!
Snap! Off the track,
You've broken her back.
That's what you get,
When you lie while on crack.
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Shattered Phases
PoetryPoetry is expression of self. Your internalized emotions thrown vigorously onto a blank canvas scattered into tiny well written (and shall I say worth it) sentences which make up beautiful poems. That is what this book is filled with. Poetry. There...
