Sometimes i feel like
I have done it all
But maybe its not me
Its the silk that’s unwilling
To cover my feet.

I am doing
Good
For just
A bedroom
Writer

Even if the devil whispers are lou
Can you alter his ego around?
May you not kneel or lie or squat
Munificence alarm,
Can you tell me what he looks like

Oh God
What would
Do
Without
My hands,

You don’t need
Grades
To do this
Everyone does it
And it

You don’t have to bleed to
Satisfy them all
Just throw them a bone
And watch them bring it back.

I see fairness in death than man,
as death will show honesty to take
by gender, race, sexuality or rich
and he would ponder to hide
when life is so unfaithful to man

Now, have you seen?
The black mane of a dark horse
As it slithers and kiss the marble
Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an
On a starry night whispers its oat

Life is nothing but misery,
Every dimension you may prefer
Is not enough space for you to bre
Life is wonderful,
Live it as you wish and live it

They lease my soul from me
They pays with dime; with dime–
Did my flesh buries far beneath to
Nor behold a light; who shall see
I bellow at thee who mourn or weep