Sound echos across the blinding white Walls reflect the fluresent light Disenfectant reigns supreme Mettalic taste of guilt, tastes obscene Plastic models, muscular, tattoed Eyes a deeper shade of blue Minds an empty canvas clear Bulging stomachs from the beer Begin to move like puppets The five distant quintruplets Can see themselves reflected All of them suspected A man as soar as a grapefruit Was asked to repeat 'Give me all your money our I'll shoot!' BUt he was not by intelligence led Replied;' 'Hey! That isn't what I said'
Reason for writing:
I read about this in a paper!
Birth sign: Virgo
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