Pardon, a marksman since 85
hardened by nonsense & a crazy life
BoB flattening this little space of mine.
some get left, the others stay behind.
under the grayest sky is the greatest lie
equality is shared...its life...
I dine under the stars & milk my wish
the joy that shame & guilt depicts
swallowed & followed by pride Im built for this.
found where heroism & villainy persist...
once in awhile I leave the children eclipsed
its a wonder about what I willingly did.
I overshadow the prayers of villagers...
sinners, winners...something similar to this
similar to that..at the gym with a bag
full of protein shakes & energy snacks
an offset portrait straightened...
I continue to look on looking vacant
living like a vagrant with 8 cents
8 senses trained to control sage hens
living in Stonehenge with an Easter egg head
who could blame them?
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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