Truth Serum
I sip and I sip
As rhyme drips from my lips
I shoot from the hip
With inane useless quips
My pen is the arrow
That points at the page
The ink is the poison
That's spreading my rage
It has no indifference
And writes with disdain
About how I feel
Of this world gone insane
But also it speaks
Of love and desire
And feelings within
That burn with a fire
To have and to hold
The things that amaze
The pleasure that comes
From one simple gaze
The sun in the morning
The moon in the night
The song of the sparrow
The Earthly delights
And sometimes it brings
To front something more
Like pain of a sadness
Or joy of amore
The ink of my pen
Is the blood of my script
Recording my life
From my birth to my crypt
Rockman
Copyright © Rockman Pritts | Year Posted 2012
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