Boiled

Boiled


Shout till the toes curl

Too late the shots have been served

Whisper many look to see what was said

A world of paradoxes

Shadows will stand too listen

Scorched by the moon

Twinkle the little voice

Print silly sayings from your past

And brilliance will be your forte

Standing behind you only your shadow

Baking in the sun tan is not the reason

Giving to others only to be passed by

Calmly let the eggs set

Eventually everyone will get to a level

Boiled

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