a simple sibilant sound slips
from between my lazy lips
oh the misery of your life
is merely
the breath of my lungs
formed into words
my tongue
fire of my mind
rudder of my soul
revealing the foundations of wickedness
rooted at the core
tear it out
tear it out before
i say much more
than i already have
my voice sounds better when it is not voiced at all
no, my name's not jerry, it's MIKE JONES
read on for random ramblings on graphic design, creativity,
and marketing from an Arizona creative
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