Three

Ignorance doesn't kill, it can't, really, why would it want to?
Beauty isn't in the eye of the beholder, it's all a trick of the light, or lack thereof.
The meek will not inherit the Earth, they will be lucky to get a room at the Inn.
Time and Tide may wait for no man, but that is only because they have no knowledge of his self importance.
The words, the words, the meaning, the spaces where thoughts go.
The Tumbleweed prose, that Tumbleweed pose, all pseudo-intellectual woes, the result of too much free time and a refusal to say no.
Well I can ponder and plunder the years worth of blunder,
But I don't think I can, I don't think I will.
For In Two More Entries
Chainz gets to Kill