We are all Riding in the Hood

We all live a lie

Ms.Riding hood was scared

The  innocent 

lies the most snakes

I fell for it so did you

we buy the lie

so did adam and eve

they swore it was clean

pure

bliss 

the most beautiful girls,posses the most lonelist souls

they bleed for perfection

 they are shinny polished vazes

underneath is a drout,pain,fire,and clay

we leave the behind the seens out

pretending to be something were not

whipping our sleves into shape

we thrive in perfection

we leave the mess alone 

we see it at the other end of the hole 

we call a janitor to fix it 

or until it burries it self

riding hoods pure heart

wore glasses with inceurity 

wolf wore the costume named

neglect

the one that weaves through

the weft

like a slave who gets whiped like a jumprope

non stop

forgetting there is a rope at 

its

NECK

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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