It’s harlequin—
there’s no need to call yourself a man
you’ll never live up to the plan
someone rang the bell but never gave the word
now you’re slurring through sights those punches blurred
you tell yourself it’s just a few cheap shots
but kid, they’ll always have you on the knots
there ain’t no pulling up to them
just got to keep yourself above the hem
cause there’s no light
at the end of this fight
—only ruin.
dang…a ard reality man…they will always have you on the knots…just kep yourself above the hem….wow…nice man…
Very poetic response to the massacre – not a joker here – madness, and wasted intelligence. On the knots and filled with drugs–what a waste, what a horror! Well writ, my dear friend. I think of you often!
I agree, ruin can claim even the best of us!! that’s a good reason to always toss caution into the wind.
yes you capture the horror