SHRINKS, with their flimsy pundits, <br />avenues with their street whores, <br />and gangs, drugs, that paint the moment <br />perfect, then back on are knees, yes, back <br />on are knees, we fall.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-on-are-knees/
