YOUR running and crying,
laughing and fighting,
throwing your self into a
fit..
and your freedome is short
lived,
YOUR jumping and shouting,
pointing and grabing, playing
this sad ritual again,
and your freedome is short
lived,
so you do this again, and again.
YOUR smoking and drinking
looking so wasted, so its off
to bed....
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dirt-farms-and-white-majic/
