The Bad Juggler Poem by Derrick Clark

The Bad Juggler



Is life, a game of tricks.
Hocus pocus, we being decieve.
Chasing the wrong image.

Seeking for spiritual guidance.
To erase all my bad habits.
Tired of being toss all around.

The juggler is a imposture.
Follow your heart, stay alert.
If not, you be fraud; to the end of days.

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