Life is hard then you die
It sounds harsh, no lie...

Woe to the world full of ills
Business to those selling pills...

..........Do the social graces
........See the starving faces...

There once was a poor poet who searched for a...
A way to rid his heart, soul, and mind of literal...

Should we avoid syndromes?
Or float much like a feather...

Cleanliness is next to godliness and God is love
As pure as the vapor in the clouds that are above...

Into the court he came with an honorable strut
He ask for the truth, the whole truth, and noting...

Reminiscing on New Years Eve
Gives another chance to deceive...

Day Dreaming
Rampant confusion through dreams that cry...

Thinking of all our facilities
Some find pride in abilities...

From the top of my head
To the bottom of my heart...

Some times we find ourselves living with a farce
Where genuine compassion and love is sparse...