Short Anarchistic Poems

Author’s note: (This poem is true.  Nothing in it is falsified or purposely omitted, even to 
protect the guilty.  Written one day that I had to take a z pak and some crazy cough 
medicine (prescribed).)


Here I sit, sick in bed,
With Jimi Hendrix swirling in my head.

Such anarchistic style, 
Topped off with a fetching smile.
Talent beyond the norm,
But his life turned into the Perfect Storm....

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