I know what its like to not be believed.
Scandaled and misconceived.
Open mind and fragmented heart.
Truth and lie's so far apart.
Walk on air or walk on water.
Skipping stones and shinning quarters.
Cast today across long fortells.
Soul reflections in wishing wells.
Group together and lay your hand.
Corperate kings in fickled sand.
Play the tune forever after.
Be born again, rebirth, You Bastards!
Gulliver Gimble
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-bastards/
