03-29-2011, 02:52 PM
Here I am in a Wasteland of my own construction.
I could blame who I am on some other post-production,
but I know that I stand on the very same land
I poached like a mannequin's introspection.
I touch fingers with a spark to distant foes
and mulch bark into distinct features.
But, who knows how much I impart
will linger from imprint to toes;
I'm an in synch sparkle creature,
and the main feature isn't present
at the moment, and I know,
but at the moment I'm prescient
from the bleachers with my scones
and my precedent teacher watches all alone.
I could blame who I am on some other post-production,
but I know that I stand on the very same land
I poached like a mannequin's introspection.
I touch fingers with a spark to distant foes
and mulch bark into distinct features.
But, who knows how much I impart
will linger from imprint to toes;
I'm an in synch sparkle creature,
and the main feature isn't present
at the moment, and I know,
but at the moment I'm prescient
from the bleachers with my scones
and my precedent teacher watches all alone.