READ, WROTE, AND REVELED.

No no no, won’t you stay?

keep those rancid thoughts at bay?

for every heart that’s torn in scorn,

the other’s sleeve will be warn. 

But in fleeting time we find,

that from each rhyme drops a line,

and with each line, drawn by dimes, 

we’ll shake our heads and say we lied. 

For every time I made a rhyme,

while fucked on a bag of dog-shit dime,

I could afford to score the story time,

to tell you I can’t rhyme. 

Weathered beaten bruised and fucked,

we all take a stand when being sucked.

Life will fuck you love you leave you shucked,

and never say goodbye.

Until it’s too late to just say Hi.