Smoking Gun Poem by Sarah Sisson

Ambition is crushing me, making me wise.
To this I had no idea I could despise...

...the consumption that is taking all the fun.
I need no less than to be a smoking gun...

..that shoots off and makes it so fast to the end.
No one can get to me after or again.

Because if I see something; must have at hand,
I'll drive myself crazed.... turn my insides to sand.

Undisciplined cravings and the sole is lost
I find I must win at all spiritual cost.

So here I go again destroying whats grand
and making myself out to that big demand.

Copyright 12-20-2008© Sarah Sisson