His words were bullets, his mouth was a gun
And in everything he said, he never knew he killed someone.

If I were a garbage man, then I had had a reason to pick you up again.

Words said by my ancestors
and to be said by my descendants.

It is all a cycle
in a greater meaning
of nothing

I'm saying words that touched the tongues of many
Are they wise or foolish?
Does it matter?
It will only repeat the cycle

Diseased turnip
Rooting in the dirt
Rotting fodder
Unpicked
Untapped
Gnarled and bitter
Lying under your bridge
When you are gone
No-one will miss your rancid rag


© 2019 MJL

The women
isn't for U-turn!
She means it
jotted it down
deep in the heart.