Why Tempt Ye Me?
Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 8:12 pm
My innards are all tight, am I guilty of friendly fire...
I am not a Poet!
My metaphor, accurate as buckshot,
May be misconstrued...
In the past intended by Poets,
In the present only wasting time and hurting innards.
Forgive, forgive, forgive!
Show me the errant missile,
That I might melt it down,
For use in the eternal beautiful field.
Casey
I am not a Poet!
My metaphor, accurate as buckshot,
May be misconstrued...
In the past intended by Poets,
In the present only wasting time and hurting innards.
Forgive, forgive, forgive!
Show me the errant missile,
That I might melt it down,
For use in the eternal beautiful field.
Casey