A black suitcase sits alone
The birds on the phone
Ring
Ring
Ring
Nothing is forgotten through the world
Sit up through the clouds
Fall Through the Sea
Marine is evil, while clouds are fair
The scream of the butterfly
Ring
Ding
Chirp
The flight is taken
But the mind goes through
When the mind is baking no passing
Water is free
But only with a price of life
A child starves
The poor of amerika grows fat
Nothing is free yet...
As it was, when we were opressed
[b]Freedom equals time in the cycles of death[\b]

Freedon equals time in the cycle of death

Vogon is not bad poetry, it's poetry that allows the emotion of perfessional poetry without the strict guidelines.