Yet Another Loss
So much try to see no gold in the mine
to fail once more is a bad parable
news so evil puts the mind in much wine
call it quit with this slip on the marble
try’n the blue seat, not the red to dine
the mind is now sure not to be able
no one at all can make it feel so fine
so dark and down, too low for the Bible
in the yard of men who see, he’s one eyed
like a sad home, in it, a son has died
what rule can life give for him to abide?
over and over, luck hits with reject
park the car b’cos no fuel to inject
for now, loss is the king, he’s the subject.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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