A Foolish Little Ma Poem by Dan Uriel

the foolish little man with the drawing charm begins the morning light landscape wake up filled with sleep and shake but not as flowing rivers in the deep lake you just do not stick to the dawn sky pick yourself up, stupid little man when you end the morning mob which is well-maintained angel false the life full of ruse all open, full of doom the morning is full flush, full of pity so you exit in the morning the mob measured swears always young and piggy but devour not innocent heart, even if you are a young blond wheat piggy