AM AM I, ME AND MYSELF AND 'TIS ALL POETRY. THATZ WAT I AM-POETRY. |
Night might have been here too soon
and all heads, rested on varied beds, smart or...
Tell them learned sisters
who've so stereotyped...
My ways 'bout beauty was lacking
up until she is here, a blinding fairness...
At the edge of the world
a moment of nothingness...
These skies that look down at me, am glad
cheerful, cheerful and giggling like a lad...
THE FATHER IS NOT THE FATHER OF HIS SONS, THE FATHER IS THE FATHER OF THE FATHERLESS |
THEY NEVER LOVED THAT LOVED AND STOPPED |