Wednesday, August 18, 2004

Hippie Neanderthal

He sits beside me
A stream of angry words
Flowing down my ears
Screaming to be heard
And writing down his thoughts
He learns his wayward way
And strolling through the fields
Of electro-conductivity
He is become a better person

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