Hopeful Individuals, everyone of us,
cooped in a cage, no care nor fuss.
Shit, eat, drink and sleep.
You are me, as I am you,
identity mistrust.
You peer deep into my eyes,
as so you claim.
You sleep with my soul,
and not only mine.
You let me hold your body,
and even strip you down.
Study you carefully,
concentrating, as i frown.
Others want to share you,
I do not disagree,
for sharing you isn't a sin,
when you are so mean.
You can be dirty,
but others want to possess you.
You let others stain you,
and use you too.
Adulterous books.
-gary
posted by gary @ 9:48 PM
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