discarded condoms
on streets use to be the worst...
You sound like the friends I am supposed to know
The past I’m impugned to carry in tow...
The wolves of the sea
come hunting the shores...
The Master Class
By Mark Spencer...
A white knee
Clamps down on a black neck...
The human race is fragile...
Isn’t it foolish
to keep crossing these bridges...
The world is spinning out of control.
What is truth? Nobody knows...
Ignorance is power, since knowledge killed bliss.
But knowledge of power knows power’s amiss...
In the dark hours a quill dips into ink
A pen scribbles insane thoughts...
It's the thoughts of following others
that get mixed within thickets of closed...
The best liars are those who conceal lies beneath...
and truth beneath lies...