Its during the night
When madness come
Like a caged kite
Girls and boys are never calm.
In the illegal corners
Each one with his or her word
They call 'emselves winners
They say; the early the catcher the bird.
You look behind the rows
of this town; at a distance
You see her; with her black crow
Their beaks close, close for a filth dance.
@sam@
6th April 2014.
When madness come
Like a caged kite
Girls and boys are never calm.
In the illegal corners
Each one with his or her word
They call 'emselves winners
They say; the early the catcher the bird.
You look behind the rows
of this town; at a distance
You see her; with her black crow
Their beaks close, close for a filth dance.
@sam@
6th April 2014.
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