Thinking
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
Oh you sick and sorry crowd
Of agitated fools
Would I your heads ventilate
and violate the rules
There is no understanding
no catch of “new direction”
I wonder what you’re planning
no match for misconception
No need to try to hide those lies
with those slimy, smiling silky eyes
The odor of death is thick and what to
spy but flies
I gaze into my mirror Mick and wonder
if it dies
Our doctors order margaritas we pay
them on the side
Mind of mine must always tick
expand and grow quite
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