Youthful noises
Enrage the cynic inside of me
Their joyful faces
Their naive minds
They annoy me to the highest degree
They're blind
And full of hope!
Oh where's the rope?
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A Madman's Attempt at Writing
PoesiaNothing to see here. Just a guy writting down his misery. Please move along
AN OLD SOUL'S RANT
Youthful noises
Enrage the cynic inside of me
Their joyful faces
Their naive minds
They annoy me to the highest degree
They're blind
And full of hope!
Oh where's the rope?
