A simple man with a simple mind,
He could never raise his voice,
For there's much cruelty to find
And ignorance is the best choice.
Smiling at liars, staying still
As if there was a knife at his back,
He cannot be bent, for he has no will
And prefers to remain hidden within the pack.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
