Another Scumbag
If you saw me in the street you would judge me; 'Thats another scumbag you'd say... 'He looks like the ones on the bikes that deal drugs and steal phones, and do crime every day...
'I saw him talk to a murderer; 'I saw him stood with a gang...'He probably has a knife in his pocket... or worse, a thing that goes bang!
A scumbag for sure 'theres no doubt! A balaclava covers his mouth! He's on the side of the dark forces... I bet he has drugs in that pouch...
You judged my book by its front cover; and you'd never believe whats inside! A Pandoras box of Philosophy! And Faith, and Love, and sweet Rhymes!
A wide open chasm of isness; And Wisdom from Biblical times! Solomons Proverbs are locked in here too; and Mary - Oh My, Oh My!
If you opened my book you'd find Jesus! His disciples, and lessons in time! Krishna would jump off the pages! He's here with me... deep in this mine!
My father's in here with me too, and loved ones, they're no longer here...You'd read about how I kept going; against all the odds and the fear!
You'd see all my hopes and aspirations! Ideas that would blow you away! You'd read about my heartbreaks, and healing, and love, and miracles I saw everyday!
You'd hear lessons from Echart tolle. Geoff Thompsons voice is in here too... Nisargadatta Maharaij, and Ramana to name but a few!
You'd see a tear shed as i write this, and a lump in my throat, (but of Glee!)
The next time you notice a scumbag, Just know - that Scumbag could be Me.
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