Age
Is a wall
Tagged with anvils
Wishing to fall
But hanging in gravity

Fighting naked
She scratched anyone
Who got in her view
But the old guy named blue
Took her by the arm
Flying her to her rightful home

Trying harder these days
Never felt
So difficult
At times I wonder
Out loud or in silence
If I should have joined
A ******* cult
Maybe then
And only then
I'd make sense
Within the confines
Of designed order

Competition
Can be wicked
If the competitors
Sincerely care and desire
For the red ribbon
At the end of the concrete road

Forgetting daily
That you are in love
Is a bad thing to say
At the end of a night
Or at the start of the day

Prohibition never lasted
For America
And all of its glory
Is a Promised Land
As long as you pay with dollars
And are filled with
A mind full of sand

Tomorrow
If I awaken to a morn'
Old Knox's Gold will shine
Worn tough by the filthy rich

And in two days
A reader won't finish these lines
As my life diminishes while kicking
With steel tipped taps

To be young
To be old
Never made a matter
For the fun we had when we were children
Now seems like ancient memories

Whether staring into the soul of the sun
Or being held captive by Ghengis Kahn's son
If your lover happens to be holding the gun
Your done