Here's a story about a gang of grannies
Who knocked over a panty hose store...

Well I wrote a poem about my wife
But she said, "If you post it you die&quot...

I feel him coming, the darkness screams
The shadows begin to hide...

She sits all alone in an empty room
And silently watches it rain...

They said we were as different
As the night is from the day...

I planted the worlds last flower
In the garden by the brook...

The waves reaching out
caressing the lonely sand...

The flowers in the bible
Her thoughts of yesterday...

She said, "Daddy leave the light on,
For you know I'm afraid of the dark&quot...

We buried a muse the other day
For a poet laid down his quill...

My passion sits beneath a stone
A place where I can't go...

I've read a lot of broken words
Wounded beyond repair...