18 September, 2011

A little venting and a little prayer

Fireworks die in smoke
Unsteady wheels with irregular spokes
To push would be to provoke
A much precedented fall
Joy gives you withdrawals
An illness from potent poison
That leaves the mind stalled
And the heart appalled
A bucket of water is a bucket of blood
But on the floor, it's equivalent to mud
Slushy sticky sludge
Melted chocolate fudge
Speak must, The Mighty Judge
Banish sinners
The frequent winners
And give us the peace of calm
Although I mean no harm...