Grip the side of the bed in fear Swelling in the air, a curse run amok Seeing faces turn gray the seer Fingers turn white a stare at the clock
How can I go when I’m not ready? The plaintive cries the hallways fill See my hands shake, my legs unsteady Jump out of the window or swallow a pill
Where will those with class go to mend? Among the pittance of which they dwell Without a small sheet to wipe their a$$es Will they su€k and gasp to the pits of hell?
Where is the mercy that thou dost seek? Not as gentle the mist that has released Shall it be boisterous or commonly meek? What shall your soul do if called deceased
Here a pump,there a pump, Everywhere pump, pump, pump Touch and pump, A gentle pump, a hard pump, Swipe and wipe, Oh!Corona what a life, OCD of sanitizer. 17/3/2020
Funny how I see My future in My words of poetry Only one trick is I never realize This is the truth Until the time has Flown past me I wonder Is this this God's way To develop me Composing me For eternity
Some say don't burn your bridges. I say, if necessary, let the kerosene kiss it on the lips & watch it turn to ash. There's always more than one way to cross the water.