I love my bank.

Those people are awesome.

Props to Lebanon Valley Farmers Bank Fulton.

 

Mmhm.

Liar.

Somewhere in the middle,

Between the laugher and crier,

There's a man with open hand,

That man is a liar.

He sits with the seeds between his teeth,

His teeth are made of Braille.

He sips the seeds of tangleweeds,

And sends the innocent to jail.

[I'm not a poet like Jesse or Teddi, but occasionally I like to write a bit of semi-nonsensical free-thought pieces. Normally it's just for my own sake, but my dad thought this one was fun so I decided to post it. <3].