A screw falls from my arm rest, puts my patience to the test. I’m no better than any of the rest, to this I can attest. I’m sorry because I apologize I never realize when I eulogize. I scream, my voice is muffled by the skies over agrave where my happiness lies. A wind from the west destroys the flag freedom flies. A breeze from from the east stifles the words of the wise. No one tries. Words kill the rest of the wicked. No one tires, especially the liars.
