Thirty two and ever the fool
Misspelled cursed, inappropriate by any means
Provoke the beast
Belly up to the muse
Ate the truth in my words, satiated the dream with a feast
True
Not impossible, but improbable at least
Logically I outstretch my digits
The distance between survival and thriving rose just out of reach
Even in the beginnings nightfall fell completely out of view
Every evening
Every eve covers her breast long winded and today's art canvas is outstretched body to tattoo
Ever the rascal, I combat the articles in love
To commit to warfare
Fight off the need for welfare
Help is an option I refuse to choose