It ain't got a purpose;
It ain't gotta cause.
I make words dance...
No rules, No laws!
May you stop by,
Or pass by in a flair.
But you know one thing?
I really don't care!
You think it's useless?
So finish it here all..
But may you enjoy it for a while..
Then let that wheel scroll!
No matter what you think,
No matter what you say,
You're welcome to comment..
In your own good way!
This guy I knew
Lets relive his live for once
On his tattered rag,
In the worn out cloak.
He lies there all day...
Along that dead oak.
Everyday he lives...
Every night he dies...
But so calm he sleeps.
A silver mug on his side...
Somewhere out there,
Among the passers by
I see him nibbling crumbs
No cakes,
No pies!
How bad he'd have felt
So sad was his tale
So sickly he shouts...
"Silver mug on sale"
"Silver mug on sale"
Days pass by
Comes a Monday
A dollar in hand..
I walk towards the oak,
I did it everyday.
But as I reach the oak
No man is seen
No voice that day...
They said he died
In an accident somewhere
The last thing he held,
His mug, was there....
Still I pass by
The street of Dead Enclave
Still I give a dollar...
NOT TO A MAN,
I GIVE IT TO A GRAVE...........
So this was his story,
Such a bad one
But as they say...
This day had to come!
