Mickey Christie Poems

Alone on the hilltops with wisemen no more,
a man can find nothing, with none to adore.
A bottle in one hand, have nothing to lose,
I think about falling, with my bottle of booze.
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What makes man better than beast,
Our own emotions are sent out to feast.
We care not about the feelings of people,
we search for forgiveness under church steeples.
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Wake up in the morning and pack all your gear,
knowing you're better, have nothing to fear.
The prarie it calls, the Lions your game,
anything for the kill, have nothing to shame.
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