IT dawned on me
that those backstabbing bastards
I dwell with in this Domicile
that is akin to an insane asylum
are exacerbating the situation
called the status-quo
which should be my mind
with mental masturbation
one could only label
as a hate crime
My fears are a wave sine
traveling through the telephone
into an ear unknowingly unused
and ignorantly sublime
ringing, ringing with uncertainty
a tone of 440Hz and 180˚
please, some one hear this plea
and pick up to release me
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Sunday, 15 July 2007
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