driving the same nails <br />into the same brick wall <br />with the same forehead <br />expecting different results. <br />Even if I slighlty alter the angle of my head. <br /> <br />Must remind me of insanity and how to avoid it. <br />Time to hop on the back of someone with wings and high tail it out of this foul place leaving the left behind to their smoke screen subereban hollowed out dence existence. <br />Splenda flavored clothing and thumbs up barbecues on peachy days. <br /> <br />The plague ridden rat must feast and fornicate with the bretheren of the damned. <br />Pull the cord. <br />I'm getting off here.<br /><br />matt fromm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/done-with-them/
