So many years it’s taken to pick up a pen
Lack of time lack of thought
All my excuses have been spent
We all wish to see the rantings of men
However our own are tucked deep within
Love and power
Lust and money
Hate and envy
We have all written and read these before
But somehow these subjects never bring a bore
Thriving on the chaos the uncertainty of these things
Has brought smiles and tears to all ages it seems
One may say our world is more corrupt
Than years in the past, how our fathers grew up
I say “NO WAY” “ARE YOU BLIND” “THAT’S INSANE”
Read a bit of Poe and you will never think that again.