Society is a bitch.
Soaked in her semi-liquidity.
Baring naught of latent emotions.
Reveling in broken spirits.
Growing in he schismatic demeanor.
Weaving her malicious sortilege.
The bats shriek and the cocks crow.
This is getting monotonous.
Apathy and demur are all she feels.
Society is a bitch.
I am a product of society.
A shoe becomes a glove.
Yet, still I hate it.
Posted by monsters_living on 2008-08-07 16:45:05 | Rating: | Views: 16