tuck away of guilt
by Tears of Quietness

de da la de da la de da la
An empty hand of hungry child
tainted with cocain
it all made sense and chaos was defined
And then it was another morning i envy
along these lips i hold many wasted years full
and unconciously imagine the museum of irony
Being smart is not a crime
Brains are meant to be filled
Whether it be useful knowledge
Or rubbish we shall never use
tuck away of guilt

Written March 24, 2015, 8:10 pm
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