Silent Peaple Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

SILENT peaple with a spidery smile,
they are crippled and abandoned by
their very own flag,

storms, that dig six feet under,
storms, that kick and howl, then
settle into a cold bipoler storm,

SILENT peaple with their gigantic
moods, its so simple the sane peaple
say, just tell yourself to get out of
bed, get dressed, and smile on the
way out,

storms, that dig six feet under,
storms, that kick and howl, then
settle into a cold bipoler storm.