BIG wad of cash stitched underneath
his bed, and a ambulance full of medicine
and flood, music inside his head, and a look
of a contented cow.
ENTANGLED by impatience, this fool checks
his pulse, the only thing he hears is his lack
of faith, and money, adding up, not minus.
IT all makes sence he thinks, this goes over
there, and this, in the corner, or maybe, just
maybe, , over there, eithere way iv have become
a hore, , to it.
BIG wad of cash, , , cant take it with you...
Tis all so true....but only you have the ability to lay it out this way! fjr
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is so much in this that I feel unqualified to make comment except to say that it is written in your individual way, your own personal take on things, and that is worth hearing Take care Love duncan X