Paris Sonnet
I visited Paris for a few days I have been here before
but this time I came alone.
Walked into a café selling delicious cakes had a piece
of cake, a big piece, and had a crust on top
for my untrained eyes it looked like petrified snot.
with tiny footsteps on done by a cook with a fork.
I put a napkin over the cake and drank coffee,
I could stir the coffee with tiny sticks that looked
like sugary rat tails.
The river Saine ran full that year.
Discerning rats prefer cake shops, and why not.
Who wants to live in that dirty river?
Perhaps blind lovers that only see one another.
It’s not the knowledge you have it’s the knowledge you with draw from,
To breath in the carbon dioxide and platinum I must add is not saine,
To know that a disease can spread with ever puff or give,
Why not question the decision that it effect others of,
Second hand smoke,
As well as that pollution ozone layer,
In some country the atmosphere of pollution is so bad,
They have wear mask just make it from one location to the next,
And if your father was chain smoker the DNA and change of the child,
Will smoke is already in there blood,
Second hand smoke,
It’s not the knowledge you have it’s the knowledge you with draw from.
some times love keeps you saine but some times it make your heart pain people forgive and forget but neve quit always listen to you heart you might get love at the stat never leave the ones you love becouse your heart might get stomped look for what god gave you becouse you will find the one thats true