Hobbled, by these heavy ideas, <br />i roll up my sleeves, and i kick <br />the devel right in the gut, and i <br />dont miss, im tired i scream, of <br />your cold and perverted ways, <br />take your trash some where eles, <br />and move off this street, you take <br />this life and love, and burn it untill <br />theres only pain, and a nervous <br />laughter.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hobbled-by-these-heavy-ideas/
