Point MeA Poem by MickeyJoy
Point me where sins are forgiven
By a cynical atheist Who insists life isn't worth living, Sips whiskey, and pleads his arrest Point me where the brambles grow Among the flowers and ferns Where they scratch your knees, You didn't wear jeans because you never learn Point me to the old woman With a babushka 'round her head Who has wise words of twists and turns But never wants to leave her bed Point me to the jolly man Who dreams of joy and candy But only because he drowns himself In endless handles of brandy Point me to the war veteran Who is really a pacifist And hopes for a day when he doesn't wake Sweating, hands balled in fists -M.J.B. © 2015 MickeyJoy |
StatsAuthorMickeyJoyAboutAmateur writer/poet/lyricist that's writes either depressive free verse or angry slam. Herbivorous, queer lunatic. more..Writing
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