Patrick Farley Iv Poet Rhyme

Snakes In the Grass

I thought I was pretty numb, but some s%$# stings. 
I'm a peice of s^%$ swarmed by snakes in the grass
People don't ask, because they seen the facts.
Can't hold down **** with the opposite sex.
It's like the daily, 50 missed calls from people who would normally hate me.
I'm my own gravedigger
I've paved the way to make it bigger
So I could drop down hope with my corpse
I was made to live by force.
And who can afford?
A life big enough to sustain our obsessions fillin up
And maybe addiction
And maybe in prison.
More bars than 50 with rhythm 
At the end of the day
You have yourself to face
A body tormented by the cells it makes.
And every time you go to hell it takes
One moral from your conscience 
They ring a bell and say.
"It's the new coming sinner
Who has Hell to pay."

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S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri August 6, 2017 at 10:28 AM Wow muse spun around n a very interesting unique way. The last lines woah ESP creatively thought up. Super rhyming throughout. Snakes in the grass in allegory surely. Thumbs up. Nice to read from u again. Pls do write your thoughts about my latest poem too, under it.

Phil Capitano April 18, 2017 at 7:10 AM Good one Patrick; love the line "body tormented by the cells it makes" ~ very cool.