A mans life is woeful
Directed at mi inner values
How come such action, no clues
Does your plan involve to hurt as such
Must be a pity I didn’t feel a clutch
Completly relived from spinal stupidness
Hopeful of a life until final breath
Less is for some more than cash
Lash out at that view again
Sorly missed your fatal attempts
Lost in transition from a-z
Why generate the no-theme for so long
Played with a broken violin
Leafs blowing on the scene
That was long abandoned by wilderness
So keen
Gentle strokes of mullard preen
Was the riddle foreseen
Destiny, the only hope
Of or should it say released pressure of an qubic sort
Latent cover of a used up fort
Conclude this maestro slim and short
May this be the call for a early post mort..hrm
Laminate the picture on your lens
How can you live with what you have seen and still claim sense
Envy is further than far away
Farther than fur so stray on the famous vegetable square
Much is there to pock on once timecare
To be fair, what a job
Well to be honest, I also retrive actions of a sod
Not in common fashion
Only when stricken with less alternative
And in a sudden mood of defence
The closenss of a warriors mind does appeal, the chance…
Some people consider me crazy. I don't like that word.
It leaves a acrid taste when spoken.