HE KNOWS HIS TIME HAS COME
AS HE SITS HE SIPS THE LAST DRIPS OF HIS BOTTLE OF RUM...
MAKIN NOTIONS THAT HIS TIME HAS COME
STEADY WAITIN NERVOUSLY SHAKIN TILL HIS MIND IS NUMB... CLEVERLY LIES WHILE HE USES HIS NINE HE'S DONE...
WHAT KEEPS HIM TOGETHER, THE OPERATIONAL TIES HE RUN...
NOW HE'S PRAYING TO HIS ALMIGHTY FATHER
THAT HE JUST- MIGHT- GIVE HIM SOME ALMIGHTY POWER...
WAIT HE'S MARRIED TO THAT ALMIGHTY DOLLAR,
STOP PRAYING KUZ PRAYERS MAKEHIM SEEM LIKE AN ALMIGHTY COWARD...
TO BE CONTINUED...
hey willie, i like they way you have written it. keep your faith and keep on writing. Jen Capaldi
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I Like philosophical musings in a poem. Be it free verse or rhyme. This is a subtle yet profound piece of work, Willie. It gets you...keep on working, never stop writing. Kind regards, Dragon Wizard