Premonition
Premonition
We have this hidden talent in us,
which often gets denied,
we think that cos we're different,
that we will get despised,
sometimes the religous,
think that Satan comes to ride,
when you make a prediction,
and the truth does come to pass,
from inside,
then you worry did you cause it,
with thoughts of happenings, at last,
and doubts an worry for which,
he died alack, alas,
I said Charlie could be dead by monday,
and by God, oh yes he was,
bloody premonition one day,
feeling bad, for just because...
Don Johnson
Russell it is my sometimes curse,
to relate the awful worse,
no enjoyment comes,
with thoughts of death of some,
a curse becomes....
on ya Nancy of the Jones,
knowing thaings me dog jus moans,
poetry is good for some,
suk it up i''ll have to sum
alone...
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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