I wonder
If you even realize
I ponder
If you terrorize
All of the nations
In this federation
With public relations
So much for this adoration
Think back
Find out
What you lack
Find another route
Because I am done
With this assassination
About to run
With this retaliation
I am on the outside
Looking around
There's no place to hide
Don't make a sound
Before he takes you away
To a place hidden in the forest
To your dismay
He is hidden as a florist
He will deceive
All that come his way
And reprieve
All those who get caught in his ray
Of deception
And malice
A bad reputation
Filled his palace
Can you take a hint
Stay away from the florist
Who left a dent
In the forest
Is where he remains
Where he stalks
He comes out when it rains
And walks
Outside his swamp
With following crowds
He holds a lamp
They wear shrouds
He lives
Among the normal
He strives
With the formal
He wears a suit
That is very expensive
He eats fruit
That is very extensive
He crawls behind the skin
Of what you think is reality
he hides in your den
But what is virtuality
Is it real
Or is it fake
Do you feel
Your mistake
The florist
Wants to make you a deal
In the forest
That is real
But you know
That it is fake
His rosy cheeks glow
You realize his mistake
He has taken many a life
In this town
With this butterfly knife
You frown
You look down
And realized
With a frown
And was terrorized
That I held that same knife
Which in vain
Took a life
Now you have gone insane
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
My Old Poems (2011)
PoesiaJust a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)