Human Hurrican

Brain storm For it is a cloudy upon us My shallowness is the roar that sink to concur us Where art-thow spirit, soul The meaning to survive Forth going progress for the future Major theatrical threats are nothing but minisule objects CAN I OBJECT This mangling feeling causes upset I can't stand in the boots my feet stand up in My cries, barely heard For I am the cause of past and more importantly, Current doings My cries have no limit The river will. Be damned as long I am living. William K. Butler