rage

from time to time
i come up for air,
i take a look at my life and wonder...
what the hell have i been living?
i saw the writing on the wall,
and i turn my face... i looked away.
i'd always run from swag and yet,
in my pockets full of holes,
i managed to keep my gold,
loot, hold, or plunder, did it all.
king pinp in the avenue of joy,
and a miserable, heart playboy.
and i can't stop now even i try,
cause i'm to young to care,
and i am to fucking old to cry.

 

Very nice Gus, I really like this poem, you are never too young or too old.
Thanks for sharing it on the forum. Kisses on your cheeks.

 

i love your kisses and i kiss you back