In an effort to keep things subtle
I draw you to me, to the huddle
Looking left , I then look right
I start to speak but lips are tight
My breath drawn in as nostrils twitch
Clear my throat of its scratchy itch.
Shift my weight from foot to foot.
Free my hands from layers of dirt
Flashing you my dusty smile
The mask in which I bask with guile
ask of me why was I grinning
Just a premonition of winning
In winning what would be my Prize
Closure------ So I can close My eyes!
Disect the definition
Find the blinding repetition
Take the youngest minds
Were molding for globalization
Poorest of the poor abhor
THe ultimate extinction
We're on the brink of Armagheddon
Educations Execution
Flashing you my dusty smile
The mask in which I bask with guile
ask of me why was I grinning
Just a premonition of winning
In winning what would be my Prize
Closure------ So I can close My eyes!
an inactive mind is a road least travelled
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