Nil By Mouth
He wears the world like a loose garment,
nothing can bring him down,
they all think he's a jester
but the jokes not on this clown.
They've condemned and tried to hang him
but they could not bleed him dry,
for he said I have a talent,
a talent you cannot, deny.
You see, your bars are just an illusion,
the eagle in my mind soars south,
the words in my head are too good for you,
note, to the sheriff, nil by mouth.
Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2008
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