Danger Poet

I’ll write a sad song, that will make me cry.

I’ll write a mad novel, that will make me lie.

I’ll rewrite the Bible, Make my mother cry.

I’ll write at my table, I’ll write till I die.

You see, you can’t see… what you should be. even what you could be.

I’ll write a book, to make the world heed

I’ll write my life, I hope you will read

I’ll write a song, a happy tune

I’ll write what’s wrong, truth too soon.

You hear, you can’t hear… what has been. Even what hasn’t been.

No, you can’t hear.

 

Dangerous Poetry Vol. 1

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