1800
Such bipartisan values of what is seen in modern day,
What comments of looseness a point is made,
Curing the dog of his infirmities,
Out of town menaces with no match to security,
Heartless intrigue as if the destination is clear,
One man one woman as the age comes near,
It is these children that roam the streets,
Hinted by groups to take the leap,
Disgusted by T.V. in the dark catacombs,
Lighted by cell blocks with no place to roam,
An accurate legend that makes lies a treasure,
The poignant smell of her many fellows,
Born of the habitat wrestling in rooms,
Legions of death making local news,
Im not surprised by the unstable entrapment,
She’ll have to run from the cussword wrapper,
Isn’t it a shame she knows you are f**ked up,
Raise in the den where there is one way to luv,
Check this out in the backroom of the joint,
A lure to express the fizz of your slump.
