I Am a Storm

I always wonder in a philosophical way Who I am? Does God have my dossier? I exist, of this I am sure The IRS calls yearly asking for more I dreamed of being Poet and King Seems one has to be Royal to wear that ring The purpose of life, well seems so unsure A night out with me though, is never a bore I have painted towns red, as I drowned in last calls I always had company, cute lasses and dolls Life is full of twists and turns There is no map as we are led to the urn I was quite surprised, at this time in my life To find out my fate is to bring you all strife So batten the windows And board up your doors For I am full of wind and hot air I shall come from the sea and I am on a tear I am Arthur, no poet or King I am the Hurricane, and its hell that I bring July 4. 2014, Arthur became a Category 2 hurricane Thursday evening. The U.S. National Hurricane Center predicted it would swipe the coast early Friday with winds of up to 136 km/h.