ANOTHER PLACE I HATE

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    ANOTHER PLACE I HATE

    HOARY WIGS SHIELDING HEAD, DARK WICKED GOWNS FLOWING
    DRY UNSMILLING FACES wearing, thick binoculars eyes covering
    Fake false lord the highest seat mounts worship attracting
    Eye balls atop binocular shields peeping all over around
    The cold dare not sneeze the weak dare not doze
    Audience no shuddering venture eyelids blinking in silence
    Giant files books papers bearing, true judgment materials mirage embrace
    Untiring evil pen clinching, long grammar to the negative bottled
    Heavy heart breathing, eyes bulging atop glasses, helpless victim beholding
    Suspect on Most High beckon, mercy wishes employing

    Onlookers moping mouth no word utter, dark gown group waiting, circular lord welcome
    Silence the air seizes, peers stomach churning, falsehood action spoiling
    Truth fleeing the air, victim heavy heart embracing, hope reliance Most High rest
    Charges perusing, Uncommon books quoting, helpless victim on transit lost
    Plea for guilty acceptance renting the air, victory signs vanishing
    Cold cell prison shadowing labour thought all over
    Dependants teeth gnashing in silence hope diminishing

    Section this paragraph that page so so year this and that confusion hovering
    Docked hopeless behold, heart panting, knowledge vanish
    Docked brain formatted all knowledge escaping
    All hope, trust, thereafter on the topmost cast
    Help elusive turns, fear of the cooler hanging electric chair visioning
    All peers helpless become, partners hand elusive hope dashed
    Close pals only on the Most High, relax

    Seconds Munites, hours days weeks months flowing ruling hanging
    Guilty plea enforcing, Not guilty docked quivering proffers
    Tears overshadowing face, dark gowns rage fuming
    Waste belt drawing, sweating under split air cons.
    Wishing for justice, mercy journey evolving
    Blankness docked engulf, assistance no where found

    Hammer falling small lord standing convict lost
    Inmates welcome party hosting convict hopeless
    Plans visions ideas six feet hosting
    Peace farther away driven new home convict behold
    Unpleasantness no excuses allow
    Pain anguish regret failing heart plain
    Tears ever flowing convict mourns
    Justice foundation cooler route turns.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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