blog of a person who seems to be invisible...
|Day 1954 March 23, 2018
Use these words somehow in your blog, story or poem.
In this poem I will fill,
I will use words that won't be good,
in fact sometimes they will be a pill.
I'll give concession to few,
if you don't like it,
then simply f%^$ you,
and keep quiet, like a corpse should do.
I don't care to know what you need,
the ones who ask are like a weed
that pops up just where you don't need it.
The bush is quite ugly with all the thorns,
which you don't really see in the early morn.
Why can't you at least produce something useful,
like an apple, orange, or even a berry.
This is real life,
and not the matrix.
If you really wish to see,
the world around you,
the one God build for you and me,
simply look around you,
open your eye,
but be careful what you do and say,
You never know whose around you eavesdropping
at night, or even during the day,
words are the hardest thing to take back,
and are rarely forgiven,
put in a bag and placed on a rack.