"aute" poems
My first life lasted long enough
A wife I loved and children real stuff
The war changed everything
Family dead except for my son
where was he when we won?
Forget it all
My second life a depressed teen
Counselors fail to make me clean
Phonographs and tapes
The start of my new life
Why do I keep thinking of my wife?
Forget it all
Third life wasn't strong
Discrimination with my hair long
Women disguises aren't the best in 1900's
This goes with my fourth and fifth
I really wish this was a myth
Forget it all
Sixth was really fun
Did some drugs and went to clubs
Became a show host
They all found out
They started to shout
Forget it all
Aute Lun didn't go to heaven
Nothing phased number seven
His life did not last
Number eight was burned to the steak
That hurt I needed a break
Poor sweet number nine
His bills made him commit
Suicide
Ten and Eleven
Nearly became convicted felons
But they got too sick to even try
Forget it all
All these lives
Do they matter?
Just forget...
Number 12 was one of the longest
A guy by the name of Alex Coneales
I was finally myself again
I made a friend or two
They help me through
They never know
Wilson Maxwell a friend with laughs
He found my tapes, my phonographs
We exchange our secrets
He says he'll help me no matter what
He knows too much so I keep shut
I'M SCARED
FORGET IT ALL
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 9:58 PM UTC