Danger Poet

Don’t ask me questions I cannot answer

Don’t feed me answers I cannot question.

Don’t drive me into glacier flow

or pull me into deeper cold.

I’m selfish and surviving overt and beguiling

with twisted moments and changing moods closet secrets

which many evils brood

Yet angel of mercy graceful pleasure

Greedy loyalty and mental treasure

and know this not the end

The list final and content

Part partial and fulfilled

Totally transient and fading

the future tells and past will kill.

Dangerous Poetry Vol. 1

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