Who I am
Can only be
Because of who I was
Who I are
Can only come
From who I were
Who I is
Will always be
Who I am
Because it's me!
I am
I are
I is
I be
I was
I were
A living free
A giving me!

Read this fast
Pure as a song
Read this quick
You can't go wrong
For there's  a sign
That you belong
Among the brave
Amongst the strong

Call him up on the phone
Remind him to bring along the bone
That they will use to beat the drum
Letting all know it's time to come

Placing the crown upon the head
Of the fool elected to play dead
The cage is filled with eleven doves
Passed around are as many gloves

All stand in line and face the west
No time to waste, not time for rest
They begin to sing their fraternity song
Hoping this evening nothing goes wrong

Which pledge will be the chosen one
Whom all will worship with the rising sun
Another will pass the test of the wood
He will then have everything given him good

I can see in my mind
a world that is kind
an existence so refined

I can see the design
which is hiding behind
the confused rhythm and rhyme

It can't be too hard to find
if I just follow the sign
and let it lead me to define

I know I can appear blind
and occasionally opine
for past days in the sunshine

I'm sure I can stop
and rewind,
remembering that
LOVE is the bind

It can't be too hard to mend
It takes so much to pretend
I'd rather we all just be friends
Living in a world of no amends

If you peer over the edge
What is it you'll see
There deserted on the ledge
A glimpse of the real me

Balancing the brink of doom
Secluded from the pack
Circling the margin of the room
Preparing my attack

If you survey the empty border
Isolated, there I'll be
Don't approach as a consoler
I'm not looking for pity

I've examined the single rim
Its boundary my constant view
As if upon inspecting the brim
I'm hoping to notice a clue

Feeling the outsider
Regarded as recluse
Behold I'm the caretaker
Astonished and profuse

If you peek over the edge
Will it be me you'll see

Revenge is a scary beast
it invades ones soul
leaving not a moment of peace

Feelings have been insulted
one weighs the ways to retaliate
although knowing it will leave one faulted

Senses feel an injustice was done
all thinking is of the retribution to come
however could this have all begun

Emotions are enflamed
grievances carried are heavy
who could sight the offendeds blame

Sentiments may hold vengeance as vulgur
to get satisfaction from avenging another
wouldn't forgiveness be the better gesture

Revenge holds no borders sacred
it is a scary realm to enter into
to want to hear one plead as they bleed
Is that really what your heart and souls needs

That which drips from the poison pen
Making its home on the blank page
Words burning into the eyes of men
Causing sensations of hatred and rage

Doubt once raised from the venom spilt
Gives salacious gossip permission to thrive
Terms so vicious they make a man wilt
Causing havoc like an endangered beehive

Phrases so alarming to sully emotions
Seen in written form; off ones toxic mark
Are there no boundaries or exceptions
Just the shame of the blame in the dark

To insult anonymously is most cruel
He who holds that pen is a coward
Sign the missive and prepare to duel
Show the scorn of which contempt is powered

The wound caused by the tainted pen
Can live deep in the recesses of the mind
Anyone sane will always condemn
Hoping they'll never open one of its kind

You run hot, you run cold
This attitude of yours, is getting old
I'm getting tired of being told
That the way I am, is just too bold
I don't need a lecture, no time to scold
I don't want to wait til the bell has tolled
I need someone that I can hold

You figure that you can mold
Me into some token of gold
Then when you're done, I unfold
I am then ready to be sold
My soul has been rolled
Tucked up into the fold
I no longer have to try to uphold
This game of illusions when polled