Theorem The Truth Serum

Rookie - 245 Points (1979-present / San Leandro)

Hearts Of Gold - Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

For hearts of gold
souls are sold
To fit the mold
souls are sold
Everyone wants
a piece of technology
Everybody needs
something new
Colors and frames
inserted into our brain
Comfort and stability
confused illiteracy
definitions lost
redefined to limit
our ability to find the truth
For hearts of gold
souls are sold
To fit the mold
souls are sold


Comments about Hearts Of Gold by Theorem The Truth Serum

  • Ernestine Northover (10/11/2006 2:52:00 PM)

    Very good Cokbod, a lovely flowing write. I like the beginning and the end being the same, it encompasses it really well.
    Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, October 15, 2010


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