1900
1
Surely laughs are constant chases of day and night,
Happiness can inhale breeze solidifying kite,
State of mind resistance amplifies the sound of chatter,
Pools of what man insist to clacker,
Voices in my head striking sternly the order of more,
Huddles of sweating chestnuts begin to pour,
Once becomes a time up the stairs,
Pictures become perfect inside the glares,
Smirks reload losing for a special kind,
Toiling its purgatory judgment of lines,
Escape is futile from the dusk of the floor,
Punch holes of cans examine the core,
Needs are met from the cope of addiction,
Children are kept as the bartender listens.
