Take Me Away From A Distance.. Poem by clawdea benat

Quoted from itself, disgusted but hasn't busted
Its not the color of the flag that had it flood
But a mere of individual and informal spirits
Its soul is a foul, in the bowl of a doll

I hate to say it, but its so unstable from sober
My blood boils up, up, up, up
For Gods sake spare them away to be fair
Its a lame excuses for those unfortunate people

Pedophile strangers from the roots of gentile
Pardon me sir but I am in a hurry
Don't give me annoyance and excuses
Just to give away free tickets from pleasure

P.s
The judge in Pandora!