I want to crack the world
Writing is all
Memories of a straight assault
Memories is my identity
3 kids Plus 4 Adults
And save by the Door
That was opened with caution
My Books all in the floor
I see it in slow motion
The inoperation
The one eventually lost Dorothy Parker book
I flash back and forward
And where I
React and overreact
Lisbon transfer is a broken Teethe
React and Over React
That's basically the 3 faces of Lisbon
React overreact attack
The Climax
After a whole working buzz
The Morning Symposium
Of the phony
Cocky
But very intellectual/institutionalized people
Interesting discussions over
Violence
React overreact attack
Change is coming
Like a lazy crazy Christmas moose
Peeling out the best
Booze, buzz and choose
The chosen are wise
Like clowns laugh, stole and rise
Institutions fall downsized
Te crise is to small
Walking not listening to the call
The soul is fasting
The limb crying
Of this crossing
The Scream is passing
Like a Eve
Trespassing
The poverty is still the same
I guess I am the one to blame
But I have no shame
Because I have no defined Hierarchy
If that means family
I am the most respectfully
If the meaning is arrogance
Fingering for eternity
And Yes I love Dorothy Parker
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