Suspend all your repents to whom you represent about your life of self embellishment.
Continue to ensure all the things you do in the nine degrees of your personal voodoo.

Conflictions in your addictions to outside frictions causes drama-like fictions and possible ill sighted convictions about all of your inner contradictions

Suspended on depended promises that
Momma did back you were just a kid.

Souls sold for less than their weight in gold
to be told sarcastically, you’ll never die old.

Surrounded and confounded at how you’re
grounded on your personal impoundment
of astounded and rebounded ideas resounded.

Discuss to trust the few of us on the bus to integrity and prosperity
between us without the lust to bust through the disgust of unfound mistrust.

Shatter the matter of a fatter
platter next to the latter of a tatter…
Slave to pave the road for the naïve
to engrave the impression that we might once be saved
Condone in a distrustful tone on the cordless phone
which cuts to the bone of those of us who are bitterly alone
Deviate to conversate the past contemplate about our fate
and always being late will be engraved on our granite slate.

12/20/2002

Author's Note: This is one of my favorite works that I wrote while up at snowshoe.. It took me about a day to think up all the different sets of rhymes. I took a while since I wanted this one to come across perfect.. well at least to me.

Posted on 04/14/2003
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