Visage basic and undermined by onlookers
What was so great to you has lost its meaning
It isn’t enough
You need everyone else to put their hand in your pot
Stirring your kettle, turning your soup to sick
Not content with your own ideas
But also afraid to seek comment
You’re basic and lost
Saline slop sloshing around
In a perpetual motion gimmick
Making chop waves
Promoted by slimy elites
Coveting their every word
Because success is tangible outside your eyes
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
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