300 Hyde Street <br />will be renowned, someday <br />Years ago I opened the wall <br />and hid a dirty invective... <br />there between the studs <br />a flagrant, presumptive intrusion, <br />how it abused me. <br />in the end I abused it <br />plastered it over <br />That was way back <br />in the rudiment '60s. <br /> <br />Thenceforth that house <br />became a paradox and <br />and an inculcated repellant <br />sanctuary against they <br />the invasive clan <br />and their pesty clamor <br /> <br />The house is now <br />safe for they privileged <br />that sanctified few <br /> <br />you can't buy it <br />but it's free <br /> <br /> <br />.<br /><br />Dog goD 8Hate<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/300-hyde-st/
