motive

The silent screams of an empty cementry

Only scare those who yet hold breath

Come ye’and toast with rhymes

And put fear in its rightful place

 Life is for the living

S_ucre

 

 

 

Heartbreak hotel

 ...it's been a while since I wrote a piece
So I sip my drink and let my pen pee
My tiny mind attached to it's tip
Then I let loose and let the piece get drunk

They wasted grain on bread instead of booze
Hid the pretty lasses in the bars n strip clubs
Yet I found them in church a few hours later
So I decided to hit on the bishops daughter

She dumped my skinny a** coz I was clever
Said I was too smart to be truthful
Now I write poems on a tipsy head
Knowing my protege' is clever than smart

She reads my stuff every other day
And quotes me even though it's crap
But it keeps me sane to know she does
Love my work more than I supposedly do