Poems of Chaarzarul Rockett
|1.||Beneath The Shade||5/10/2013|
|3.||Drive Me To Drinkin'||5/23/2014|
|6.||In The Chamber of Death||6/19/2014|
|7.||Kingdom of God||12/3/2012|
|8.||Love and Happiness||4/22/2012|
|9.||Marching On The Footsteps of Our Forefathers||3/11/2012|
|16.||The Devil's Bargain||8/12/2014|
|17.||The Honorable Fool||5/23/2014|
|18.||The Hunter On The Hill||5/23/2014|
|19.||The Poem Hunter||12/12/2013|
It was way down in the swampland,
Some called it a city.
The men were all hot, the women all cold,
and there wasn't no room for pity.
Well, you could have fun if you pulled it out your wallet,
but it didn't last long.
Before you knew it, you were swinging a hammer,
Trying to come up with something wrong.