He hangs his head in silence
And shuffles towards the door.
And SLAMS it in front of him.

NOTE – Moral of the story??
They are in for it now….

Leonard was a good man.
He carried a good tune.
And Johnny was a beautiful boy.
So was Gilbert too.

A poet scans the sky for words,
That form into a cloud.
Of confusion and dishonorment,?
Of this, we should be proud!!!!!

If I’m going to destroy my life…….
or
If I was to (w)right a poem.
What would I do?
I would think of things.
Anything, but you.

I can't really stand a bore.
He keeps repeating my mistakes.
I can’t stand myself.
It’s the mistakes that I mistake.

My thoughts sometimes are BLACK.
My skin sometimes is WHITE.
The world seems like it's gray.
I prefer the entire spectrum myself.

If I'm going to meet you.
I want you to be the greeter because  you want to be.
Not because you have to be.