Com(pell)ing to some
a paedophile of the cloth...
Yes I know you do exist
Though I've never seen your face...
One to the power of a number
But increased by another one...
You swing that thing with ease each day
All that time in those leafed lands...
Ssssh...
I...
It was the year of 1986
Reagan was President...
I've touched the flame of chaos
in the hollow chest...
Not a day goes by without severe regret,
Spending every moment I can trying to repay this...
at the crossroads I stand tall
help me in my weakness...
Men sent back to Mars
women vamoose to Venus...
Placing words
onto a page can...
I have kept some stories in my pocket
they deserve to be told...