The Iron W***e

The Iron W***e

A Poem by E.j.aka.Hannah
"

another song.

"

The world is a w***e

and the sky is a pimp,

Hes losing the war,

Im a thinker, not a wisher,

I think the mind wins the debate,

If its the last thing I do.

 

Im far too eager to win the prize,

Jealousy is my mistress

with an iron hand

I think Im caving from your stress

The Great One told me,

Keep him in line.

 

Im falling far behind,

read my mind

be my precious pyschic sickness

Im gonna turn the world on its heels

if its the last thing I do.

 

Its so funny when your sad,

shes only 65,

and with the cigarrette smile

she is a crafty temptress

drenched in perfume and sexual viles

Oh Ill be her,

If its the last thing I do.

 

But I really dont mind,

I just want to be your kind,

The evil good doers,

the dear rebellers,

Oh Ill be one of you,

If its the last thing I do.

 

Oh but Im far too eager to win the prize

jealousy is my mistress

with an iron hand

I think Im caving from your stress

The Great One told me,

Keep him in line.

 

Im only human,

The hostage sings a lazy call,

I just wanted to know it all,

Knowledge kills the honest man.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2009 E.j.aka.Hannah


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ahh. i really enjoyed this. interesting work.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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E.j.aka.Hannah
E.j.aka.Hannah

Chipley, FL



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Name:EJ Occupation: Artist & Wandering Soul Info: Im quiet, funny, independant, loyal, & honest. Nothing else is needed to be said. more..

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