Crunched inside
accordian
taunting music croons
Because you
wouldn't hear us
we've attacked your lungs
wheezing
popping
hissing
you are our
circus
bum
Trying to escape
will only
make you spin
a car upon
the ice
spinning with the wind
You face the
same direction
yet we really
shook you up
eyes are wide
open
In case
you'd care
to duck
Time a
broken net
no one will escape
Tie it round
your neck girl,
wear it as a cape
A.S.
7/3/09
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