BIG pink spiders with many eyes, <br />her legs fall on me as i settle <br />in this dream-like skin. <br />THE cavalry charges as i open up <br />these doors, it takes courage the <br />jester says, to live in this bipoler <br />ghetto world. <br />THE candle flickers as the voices <br />do their job, the fugititive runs <br />right back in this, bipoler ghetto <br />world. <br />AND all the peaple say, turn out <br />the lights and get some rest.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bipoler-ghetto/
