Rules
for
waking:
No loud
noises.
No soft,
chittering
nor
scurrying,
filling,
the head.
No aches,
nor pains,
in the,
bed.
Brisky breezes,
bring
colds
and sneezes.
Let thoughts,
be few,
woes
waning.
Greeting
the day,
with
heaven
sense.
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Praise,
a kind word,
all,
I wanted.
Frowns and speeches-
harsh-
stinging.
Seeking,
relationship-
brushed off,
no response-
to my,
pain.
Begging,
for protection,
roof,
over head
filled, with holes-
black spots,
where rainbows,
fled.
Crying,
to deaf
ears.
Reaching out,
turned away.
Empty arms,
I faced,
my foes,
torn,
to pieces.
You
never
knew.
Greedy Gus
is on the move.
Gathering
disciples,
gullible
graspers,
gaining
nothing.
Towers that fall,
monuments to,
false
idols, of
ethereal
wealth,
that lies,
beyond-
this
ninety nine.
Hollow
hearts
held,
captive.
Meaningless!
Chasing
wind, while
closing,
always
be
closing.
Eyes,
to those,
covered rags,
you pass by
on your
way,
to your
Rolls.
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