He who dies with most the toys is, nonetheless, still dead.
POETRY
You may find my poems
I shit
I hide when I shit
When I shit
My shutters are shut
When I shit
My shitter is open
I would
If I thought
It would do any good
If I thought
I'd be any good
Or look any good
If I thought
My face being wet
May in some way
Improve my day
Forget
My eyes being red
My nose being thick
May in some way
Do the trick