You all know me as the devil
but am I on the level
my mirror's beautiful bevel
distorts the imagry

You look so deeply at yourself
the pores are bursting out
you try to pluck away the doubt
while waiting on your shelf

Thinking you don't want players
but you want to be in the game
you feel we play it all the same
you give yourself a cute new name

This world of cyber loonies
is so funny when analyzed
the truth be told its very old
filled with common disguse 
 
ŠThorbArt2006
originally Posted: 4/28/2006 10:15:17 AM 
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