Have you ever noticed
the bags under her eyes...
GUNS
What is it about people with guns...
On the first day of university, freshmen scatter...
like disoriented ants in search of syrup, and end...
The battle rages on ward
I can not move forward...
Micro-cats.
The tiny male courtesy's to society's bleeding...
They are men, wielding great power,
consuming everything around them...
Messenger
By Mark Spencer...
To find a place to lay his head, turtle crept...
His usual scuffle, to the usual spot, always...
I see men with humiliated skirts
Tied with shoes of fever and thirst...
It leaves me with a half-hearted, soft...
The echoes already starts to decay...
Messages are for banana heads
offer me nothing less than yourself...
Hello, my name is Jim.
Nice to meet you...