SILENT peaple with a spidery smile, <br />they are crippled and abandoned by <br />their very own flag, <br /> <br />storms, that dig six feet under, <br />storms, that kick and howl, then <br />settle into a cold bipoler storm, <br /> <br />SILENT peaple with their gigantic <br />moods, its so simple the sane peaple <br />say, just tell yourself to get out of <br />bed, get dressed, and smile on the <br />way out, <br /> <br />storms, that dig six feet under, <br />storms, that kick and howl, then <br />settle into a cold bipoler storm.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-peaple/
