The reality is That pompadours exist And that we have to be When pompadours enter in. http://www.politicalforum.com/index.php?threads/style.522054/ How do you prefer Your pompadours? Meek? Or vile? Some say meek. Others; I'm the pompadour. If only they can meet The Golden One. http://www.politicalforum.com/index.php?threads/the-golden-one.523140/
In the air of thought Where time is not But where the body flops Oh! the pain To believe vain In thoughts where body flops. My legs shout back It's me who's keeping your back Stop giving to them What is rightfully mine... Always looking to where time is nought When we depend on the clock. What kind of person am I so blessed to be twined? My God my King! Have mercy, for me and the other. In fact, LORD, have mercy on my whole body But not the empty thoughts that have bodies that flop.
But true tis was Certain things strange Never before had I encountered I wonder Who? Who could it be? Surely it is not I In fact, I asked it to stop So then Who could it be? Is it you? or You? How about you? or you? Who is to receive the blame? Who?
