Friday, August 17, 2012

Sellouts

When truth is forsaken
in order to sell
you just may awaken
one day within hell
you’ll know by the smell
it’s something like bacon
and then you can tell
that you’ve been mistaken
and seriously shaken.

2 comments:

Bloggerage said...

HEHE, I like your poetry.. Followed :)

rch said...

Thanks bloggerage, so nice to meet you.