Everywhere I Look
Everywhere I look
I see that same old yellow Ferrari
You know the one that pseudo angel always hides behind…
Every page I turn
I read those same old angry lies
You know the ones professing unrequited love and so on….
Everywhere I roam
I sense those same old hostile eyes
You know the ones that hide behind so called history
Bah humbug…..
Every step I take
I sense increasing anger
Where risk gets closer and more personal with every single stanza……
Henceforth then and recorded here
For posterity or maybe some other reason
Let it be known for all eternity my friend
Your literary resurrection is far from guaranteed
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