THE letter T looks just like a cross, <br />and tabitha yells, take that pious shit <br />some where eles, still the peaple need <br />a ceremony or two, to keep them quiet, <br />these idols have no voise, just shape, <br />and they live on strait street, and <br />cornelius yells, you pious peaple make <br />me sick, still the night gets its due, if not <br />from you, then me, where you from man, <br />joppa, and you, troas, and you, samothrace, <br />and you, , , , NJ, , , ,<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-letter-t-looks-just-like-a-cross/
