Vellous Webbing, a cotton intraception, <br />Chock full of every kind of deception, <br />a bleeding orifice, stuffed with wool, <br />to muffle the shot put off, to cover such drool. <br /> <br />Dead mind, your multifarous ramblings drive me mad, <br />as your thoughts tremble like the sand, <br />this glassy countenance scares my conscience, <br />and then sentences me to ponder your fraudulence. <br /> <br />To torture oneself in thought is truly the greatest, <br />the foulest testament to thou's hypocricy, <br />but never you feared for life or limb, <br />or frail sanity and saintly paradigm, <br /> <br />a crystal once sounded to me, <br />and it condemned me, then made me see.<br /><br />Kevin Maroney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crystal-drool/
