hi. here's another one.
Do you prefer cold water over luke warm
Or maybe a little of both won’t harm
With or without the calm of their storm
Is how one must stand without alarm
Awaiting ones security to reap disarm
Standing away from the loud
Beating heart of the group called crowd
The blistered whole of what they surround
Buried in what they choose to be allowed
Buried in what they choose to be said aloud.
The wicked awaits your answer
Feeding off what becomes their image enhancer
The product becoming a fad case called cancer
Leaving you so sick without any answer
So lost without any advancer…