Pathetic Reality time
The Soul time game,
That we are playing,
Is subtle and way cool,
I'm born again, deep **** again,
Oh Lord I'm such a fool,
Will I ever learn,
In this life time term,
Ride on the greed time, tool,
Regret, not steal,
from the poor, no deal,
Till death walks in me shoes.
Don Johnson
All the main Religions have parts of the Spiritual puzzle, Billions, Are Born and Born again, where each new Personality, Baby comes from, some with Charisma and great talent. DeJa Vu.
So we waste our time,
Robbing the pathetic blind,
Putting down the new age Serf,
Kicked in yer teeth, born now to creep,
Blind Freddy, is nothing Worth.
Many lifetimes many places, ancient fool in time erases.
Finnegan in deed was me, Northern Ireland calls to me,
But death my deeds erases
Mad as a hornet
Obsessed with telling lies,
what do people want to imply,
Pulling you always in deep ****
pretend innocence in a mocking wit,
Taking privilege of your silence,
soon acquire an insult licence,
Sure that dodo will not protest,
keep taking you just east or west,
Frowns on my forehead deepen,
as anger eats me till a bitter end,
Tolerance that never was at its best,
Aren't you now stirring up a hornet's nest ?
Bless me being busy with sweet nectar,
don't tempt and try pluck my anger !!
Written Nov 26th, 2015
For contest "Mad as a hornet"
John lawless