The diatribes vicious he frequently writes Have not earned him a dime: But if he could auction abandoned beliefs He’d be rich in no time
angry at the wrong people ...
Limits break Anger bubbles up She’s human
Years ago a troubled boy Sat upon this chair At the time, he didn’t know Just why he was there And the very walls, it seemed Made a kind of jail Sent to this imposing place Seemingly, to fail It intimidates no more In this later year Broken now the old chair sits Bent by … Continue reading "The Broken Chair"
A bright, pink headband, at that.
"...this i would not do."