Twice a Roller
Less a coaster
More a bruiser
Heartbreaker
Not a ladykiller
But a delicate flower
World is pollen
Death a poison
Sucks me up all the time
Everlasting pain wash away
Me again how can I stay giving
This much? Those nails those
Violent in A back alley
Where is the light?
Who will do alright
I still stay up most nights-
Empty and with sympathy-
For poverty is better than
A rich man’s curse,
Ready for the hearse,
Ready for the verse by
Verse of the life I lived—
All want to be young again,
To try to live again!
To not waste this precious
Life—that is what keeps me
Up at night!