After Link Poem

No matter what might get in our way,
Try to stop us,
Fuck our day.
No matter what bad critic,
Acid, citric,
Lemon juice for a face.

Keep on going,
Bus or jogging;
Fuck the mocking,
Shock them, rockin’;
Breathe,
Stop talking;
Keep on walking,
Have some faith.

For when Nobody’s Home,
And hope is all gone;
Dreams seem lost,
And efforts done;
This same song,
Tic tac, Ding, dong,
Will come along,
To screw your moan;
Ease your storm,
And let you know;

Bby…You’re not alone…

MC2008