belts, barnacles and revolving doors,
it is here where life makes sence, why,
you dont really know, maybe its your
comfort zone, or a trip to the zoo, still
with out it you feel dumb or nude, kinda
like no gas in a brand new car, , , , , , , ,
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/revolving-doors/
