We are all Riding in the Hood
We all live a lie
Ms.Riding hood was scared
The innocent
lies the most snakes
I fell for it so did you
we buy the lie
so did adam and eve
they swore it was clean
pure
bliss
the most beautiful girls,posses the most lonelist souls
they bleed for perfection
they are shinny polished vazes
underneath is a drout,pain,fire,and clay
we leave the behind the seens out
pretending to be something were not
whipping our sleves into shape
we thrive in perfection
we leave the mess alone
we see it at the other end of the hole
we call a janitor to fix it
or until it burries it self
riding hoods pure heart
wore glasses with inceurity
wolf wore the costume named
neglect
the one that weaves through
the weft
like a slave who gets whiped like a jumprope
non stop
forgetting there is a rope at
its
NECK