A poem half made is like bread still dough like a bed unmade like half a mo A poem half done is like a shade of day with half the sun A kiss, an inch away A poem undone Is a four moon phase a count to one a ‘mil’ out of place A poem half finished is like a tin of spinach still unopened and an expired usage A poem not a
Broken foot Broken heart I'm a guy smart I was going my way In the morning walk A holy cow hit me She didn't like me Breaking my foot She did her good There's nothing new This happens to me Haters are abound They're jealous of me For my nature profound Broken foot Broken heart I'm a guy smart I can't keep My foot on the floor He hasn't opened the doors He sent His chariot thrice As I was about to reach He shut the doors Anyway, He has made me So much wise and experienced I can see life Inside and outside Upside and down He's so powerful His Will always wins I won't stop excercising My will till His Will One thing I know for sure He's Incomplete without me Howsoever lowly I am Broken foot Broken heart I'm a guy smart
Medicos dance on "Rasputin" song. I wrote RASPUTIN'S poem cautioning not to follow him or else meet his fate. He has broken my foot.