How old are
The Commandments
We don't obey!
Why, Oh why
...
Democracy is
The Peoples'
Poetry,
And Poetry is
...
A World made up
Of lonely Fools,
That don't know
How to get
...
Poetry!
You are the blood
Within me,
The force of my dwindling
...
I can only try to reach you,
With my capricious verse,
And tell you,
How very much I miss you
...
Oh, love of my life
How drearily slow
The hours pass,
Without you!
...