Poems, stories

Slow down jump off take a break from life

Leave behind the trouble the mess the strife

Tell me your story and I'll share mine with you

We don't have the answers baby we ain't got a clue



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That boy keeps on loading

Right after it’s all blown

Shooting down all in sight

Got a mind of its own



Keeps putting himself back in place

Middle of the right hand palm

Ain't anybody else but fun and fear

No one to raise an alarm



Hand crafted in west Europe

By some fine young handsome man

Adding the final touches

This was not in his plan



Standing before the town

Tormentor in the hand

Don't be a hero

You will fall on the land



Warning all you people

Please get out of sight

Because this mean old silver barrel

Don't know its wrong from right