turn the volume up a bit
I can't hear what he's saying
"they say his teeth glisten from the top of his lips"
mind your own business, he was just flaying
"Or was it that he had a lisp?"
Silence!
"I heard a blade sing in a whisk
His life was ended in a bliss"
I said: Silence!
Was he someone important? - I wonder
Was he related to me? - I ponder
There are so many things to overthink
And no time to score a blink
Keep your wits sharp
Out and about with you
Watch your footing, harp
I'll make you sing if y'all shan't silence your strings
"Hey, guys, over here!"
Survivers pretend not to hear
At your six
Is our enemy
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Words Floating In The Wind
Poetrythe verses that never made it. the floating thoughts of the author in a way not yet revealed. stay tuned for these thoughts
