Open Poetry #49 |
You Choose |
SlimMorrison New Member Posts 7 |
Trapped in the land of Could've been What would've been If he only learned to forgive his sin And learned to love his kin, folk Fearing the day he'd croak That is until he awoke His eyes open wide This time three of a kind Appreciative cause he was once blind Knowing not what hides in his mind The land of books is where he resides It's time to choose his side And cut off all ties With the ones who are not wise It may come as a surprise But in due time They will envy what is in these lines When they drunkenly look at their wives Who cry Starting every day saying to each other "we'll try" Then ending the day with a sigh And no relief This man is a thief Who once had belief And promised you sweet treats But all his energy went into his cleats A muddy bas***d You swore to love till his last word That is just absurd This man, a lust master Making your life a disaster Working hard till Sunday Just to greet the Pastor That is mundane And not what you were once after But you wrote it in stone Deciding it is your last chapter I wrote it in a poem And decided to become a master |
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Becoming a master to thwart all the trials in life is a noble thing. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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