Happy Joe
Joseph, is a war to eat?
They grow food, children, and stares; we owe
A choice nary, the other side of a heart to beat
Out, a house getting bigger...
Has moments for a man, to meet
Somebody in his shade, a quiet trigger...
Ready to pick, you from history's heat
The house built, judges a shame
Panic, made a need's home, is a quiet fame
Shown how, we vie for names, no one samed
Without, us, hell is nothing but the sense of a game
Truth, spirits, and creation; we still owe
Being the cares of worth, are we to dread?
A host so obvious, looking for a world to know
Can a shadow of rests, become light overhead?
Hungry, for one more liberty?
Have an insight, it will avoid
The nature of silences patience; puberty?
Here is the right to owe, the other side of our choice...
ashes to ashes, fun to funny; we all know a major pain in the *** is out and running...
