Silly little headtrips one and all.
Drama when the need is none.
Twisting and distorting for insignificate gains.
I fail to see your mindset and conclusions.
Ignorince is the practice of the populus.
Spitting on the under.
Even the trusted can no longer be trusted.
One and all
All demons under there skin.
Karma shall reach u qwick.
Strangers in there eyes proper dealings on a thin shell.
Look no closer to people in association for discors.
Stutter and try, wiesle and lie.
An assortment of broken, pety things.
I want none of what u construct.
Now if only I could get the pain to mend.
And the sound to siese.
Your ways shall be but a joke on my lips, and chuckle under my breath.
Karma swift on the wind.
Gets u all in the end.
I.R.M 08/01/07
