A poem by: Lee Sonogan
Good feelings are just laying right there,
Underneath the clothes that we wear,
Short bursts that are able to ensnare,
The rest fall down from the sides of your chair,
Is is rare?,
For you just to be constant for a while somewhere?
Time, life and mental fatigue,
Obeying and rolling with the elite blitzkrieg,
Fuck that, chill and start your own league.
Contain that feeling you need,
Use this power to empower and lead,
Even if it needs to be force feed,
Be like a centipede.
And maybe one day you soon, you will succeed,
Would judge you if you start now and we agreed.