Promises
Promises
Pinkies and ponies
The unicorns are dancing now
Prancing cows
Sweating bullets
All for you and me.
No not them.
Perfect purple.
Disaster strikes the broken
Mental cases
Boxes of Joe
Lined up for battle
Where are your helmets?
You've lost your sheep
In that heavy sleep
You called your home
Buttons undone
Sound the conun-drum
Coins dropped
Penniless is a penny less
Pardon me for parting
Gifts of the Spirit await the forgotten
Fore-got me in a daze
A phase,
A ficticious maze
Of rage.
Remember this day.
-Michelle
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