And I killed a dead man, once upon a time, It was a hired kill, and it cost’ just a dime, A very cheap feat, kicking a man who’s down, But hey people, I’ve since then grown, Now I only kick them when they’re up and standing, And – okay, I admit – when they’re…
Tag: Poetry
Mean
… I can be mean, too, if need be, you know / But don’t get mad, baby, who said you were mean? / It’s not your fault, after all, that I wasn’t man enough, / and you simply had to cut me clean …
The Mad Showcase
You can choose to serve, or you can choose to rule;
And when all the paths so wildly swerve,
I don’t know if I can be anything less,
but I’ll just be a ruler who only wants to serve …
Eccentricities of an Exotic Soul
…. eccentricities of an exotic soul,
too low for a dream, too high for a goal …