Kevin Patrick II Biography

This poem, is not a poem
But an SOS for you; the lonely and the lost
On the island of misfit toys
...

The crime of the poor
Is that they cannot afford
The wealth to be cruel
...

The rain
Cries in the dark
of a bible black sky
As a chill stirs, sweeping, autumns
...

So sweet, so polite your pure sugar and cyanide
a capsule marked compassion your cruelties certified
Your smile, your poise is just a manicured vice
A cosmetic act to hide your venomous disguise
...

She took me on a ride on the gothic express
Raven hair Madonna in Wednesday night dress
Lips of pure midnight from sorrows snow white
Dragging my desires in her plight of delight
...