Sunday, February 01, 2015

i thought i could a poet be. 

I thought I could a poet be
with steady income and servants for free
my military service served me well 
for bloody war is truly hell 
and when my father passed in decrepit age 
i fell into a most peculiar rage
cursing GOD I tore the ground 
and spit and spat and cried 
but sometimes I lied