He who dies with most the toys is, nonetheless, still dead.

POETRY

You may find my poems

Hide and Seek




I shit

I hide when I shit

When I shit

My shutters are shut

When I shit

My shitter is open

Cry




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