Low notes with the act of sadness. Even with the wittiest of Wit, The clown plummets downwards Drowning himself with a whole bottle. He’ll show you a role model.
I’ll show you a role model.
The show grew with holes—puddles. Where men with no feet hustled With souls sold to the so-called devil. Closing with applause.
I will be publishing work like these a lot. Spontaneous and erratic. I like to call these my medicine since they help me cope with life. Maybe you'll find something similar in these. I hope.