Fear Poem by Richard Jarboe
Fear
Why all the gunplay?
Fear.
Why all the treachery?
Fear.
Why all the race war?
Fear.
Why double lock the door,
Fear.
Why a bullet proof vest?
Fear.
Why scary tats look best?
Fear.
On and on, scared to death,
Worried about every breath,
Fear gets a hold on you,
Makes a mess of what you do,
But faith and family can get you through.
Don't be a scaredy cat,
You're better than that.
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5/16/2024 1:06:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Selling fear makes a lot of money. There will come a time when money means nothing. Don't let fear make you a nervous wreck.