Poem : Stuffed
You plug ears with cotton
nod in time to lip movements
and promise moonbeams to the sun.
Your kind trade player card lives
with mates in white suits
saying yes over and over
when you really mean no.
You plug ears with cotton
nod in time to lip movements
and promise moonbeams to the sun.
Your kind trade player card lives
with mates in white suits
saying yes over and over
when you really mean no.