Programmable thing
Plays me song of Sting
I hear it where I want
And stop when said me don't.
Enjoing when I can
I listen with problem
I fall in heavy mood
When it's nothing understood.
I play guitar in dark,
I sign the notebook mark,
Drunk coffee from glass cap
I look for the way in map.
I have disabled mind,
I can't the reason find,
My poem's out of spell,
Hey, nursey, ring the bell.
This jail's my second home,
This remedy's my corn,
Nobody hear me now,
I'll quit it, tell me how.
I hate the snow and rain,
I keep my thougt sustaind,
I'll always stay on top,
I'm never going stop.
Programmable thing
© Copyright: Igor, 2002
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