No more janets & janes for there is no need to fly,
With one shot, the head was busted and the soul left ajar,
Junk the weapons before they start to bleed,
Pardon me maam’ you are stepping on my delicate heart
Please yourself for all you can and just don’t play your part,
Lost in the forest I do not find the way home
I brood over nothing and leave for a place less known.
1 comment:
What a searing soul behind a fast biker!!!
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