Phyllis Ophically had a strange monopoly
Only apparent to those who could stop and see
Mockery of others like throwing fists at your brothers
Take stock in your druthers and be less mistrustful of others
Your heavy handed opinion kept you mentally dim!
Let him have his whim to chase wild trim
Or her stay inside with all her chores
For the pimp with all his whores,
Still carried kindness
For those looking, they did find it.
Blinded by vices or asses,
Maybe just social classes.
Glasses sunken into the bridge of the nose,
The first thing they did with their mind was to close
Died yet? Dead yet? Drowned out with pillowed head set
Deaf yet? Have you left yet?
The house with the open door
Your choice not to explore
Best yet the golden death threat from the jet set
Not even hair on his chest yet
Forward seemed like his best bet
Let’s let bygones be pylons in the foundation of great story
All of this an allegory
Ballad a gory exploratory laboratory for shorter stories
Awethentic 