In these isles of romance
I am far from normal
excited in an hypnotic trance
yet still bored and formal

Opening the right door
Is anything but easy
There is plenty more
Most of them sleazy

Keeping both doors ajar
As angry winds speed
Leads to an abnoxious scar
Not what I want nor need

A hypocrital being
Not treated as another
One always found fleeing
Forever hidden undercover

Excluted from smiles
Seems stupidly fair
Shoved back into files
Left and forgotten there

I haven't a worry
I haven't a care
There is no jury
Nothing has to be fair
 
Copyright © tomorrowsmurder, All Rights Reserved