My Ivory Tower
Posted Mar 2, 2011 by anonymous | 106 views | 0 comments
As I sit in my Ivory tower....built by my wicked step-parents.... I ponder my solitude and wonder what was real, what were lies and I then realize that I was real, which somehow makes my EXPLOITATION even harder to BEAR. IMAGINATION~CONCEPTS~POETRY~BEAUTY~LOVE~ANGER~AGRESSION~TENDERNESS ~ all flow through my conscioussness ~ to be manipulated by my Social Betters. TELL ME: What do you call it ~ When the liar calls the liars thiefs?
No comments yet. Be first!