Shaunmatthewcpoetry

Stealth Parachutes

I keep getting mud on my boots,
Who let the wild dog loose?
Come back from the land of the lost,
Realise that everything has a cost.
Became wise to the world,
Sickness without vomit being hurled.
Don\'t get stuck in this dimension,
Without a HB no.2 pencil.
Relax and write out new-found facts,
Feelings and thoughts build in stacks.
Education sets us up to lose,
We get fed tainted views,
False flags on the news,
40 points up so I deuce,
Avoiding stealth parachutes.