POEWHIT
MY RELIGIOUS T.V.
Brainwasher - telling me this thing.
That way - I must sing.
Your song only for me.
Not like my ideas and free.
Look I do into your eye.
You never blink - onward sighs.
Telling me your ways to be.
Weak minded - am I really free ????
An addict you have made me.
Sit I do - you must set me free.
Then I become your song.
Out on the street - hanging long.
BEAT - ROB - STEAL - AND KILL.
UPPER - DOWNER - ACTION - ALL THRILLS.
DANCE ALL NIGHT-GAMBLE - SPEED PILL.
GOD said, "CROSS ON THE HILL".
from my poem book DREAMS 2
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