five minute poem
it takes six to die
so this should be a cinch
already one has gone
so that is what we say
hold on
that is another
and **** happens
a third
i am my own winch
who else
who is else
yes, good question
when i am you
and the other
u my bro or sis
then,perhaps
light will
walk this blighted land
that may occur yet
anyway time presses which
is beyond words
which are rather a waste when you
think about it when
love stares us in the eye like some black
bird with it´s cheeky tail held high
anyway times up..