Someone controlling the strings of mad puppets caused anger to become a rogue wave, an evil rave
Earning the wage of rage at a high price
The last meal of poor reasoning is crow
Believe what you want
But what anger creates will die with and of the psychotic need to charge headlong toward the wrong windmill
That my way or the highway thing is naive childish greed
They have been tricked, though, allowed so because of nearsighted, small-minded, little bully moronic attempts to manipulate fair-minded giants
It doesn't fall well for those who nip at the heels of large hooves that kick back and stomp on shit every time they walk their turf
This foolishness will just be fertilizer for the giant's tomatoes
This insanity has no fears, it cannot look inside itself because its shame wants no mirrors
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In Review
Non-FictionWhat is "Life In Review"? Saga, song, sonnet, story, satire, summary, sorry situations, silly sort of stupid stuff, sense and non, poems, prose, anecdotes and dozy doats, and a possible personal blow or two. This book is a collection of writings, op...
