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Politics are stupid.
As my write has no audience, My pen has lost radiance, Goes unnoticed my brilliance, As none has upon me reliance,Using my common sense, I give my mind's essence.
Truth is.... read my poem to find out what truth is
The Clown Prince sits quietly at the interrogation table, brought in on a routine heist, blissfully unaware that sitting in another waiting room down the hall is a part of his past he thought was long dead - his father, Jack Torrance.
By Darth Anarchus
this is about the world in general as I see it and how we run through life so fast that we (as a society)sometimes can't really take everything in and enjoy life as much as we really should...I personally think I left this one unfinished, but I can always rework it...Please comment and let me...