Rambling
The sane,
very few remain
rulers must contain
never to admit shame
pulling strings
to win their beloved game
their souls are
stained
fingers point
the blame
while the roof
catches rain
seeking not joy
but pain
poets and artists
live
others all
die the
same
Copyright © Frank Guglietta | Year Posted 2013
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