They would me forfeit My lovely SUV and Drive an old Civic They want to take what I’ve earned because they can’t see My value.
A word must exist First before you can say it. Thus does word create. Every letter is A number, put in sequence Shapes the sound
I am Simon calledPeter, my name stands for theBalance of justice With mercy, the swordIn the stone. In me find theWisdom of ages. I am
Drove I into theHospital parking lot andThree women stood by The wall, enshawled andWailing. Against the wall theyBeat their fists, and they Entreated their GodFor
This painting is so Glorious, it pisses me Off. Way to hog all The talent, Jan Van Eyk. I have to be content Not creating
Invincible You believe yourself, become Most vulnerable.