Ambitous
Before i reverse
to gather my verse
my gluttonous gut
will serve no slut
before i reverse
the trip i traverse,
before the sails
i will cut my nails
before i reverse
to gather my nerves
my first foes;
my fingers, my toes
Betrayed
Stranded and strayed, now, am betrayed where is the money can it afford me honey if the bees are on the barn or will they wait till they go to farm? …a mild me to madness sorry, sorrow and sadness with even much envy and a burden of levy can’t pick with my peak am very weak very sorrowful and sick my blood too thick all I ever seek is tucked in my cheek Am weak I can’t even speak Bruised and bounded Woe and wounded. I plea of death to swallow… Swallow me. I don’t want to see tomorrow I cant even cry, though it hurt, Carrying the world on my hat It’s right time to purge All the pus of the world
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