The Writers Toll…

So life does go on,

Another day, another habit gone,

Each day I do profess,

I have more to the gods to confess…

Done my time, out on parole,

No longer will someone else me control,

I can or not smoke a bowl,

I paid back for the virginity I stole…

No bows do I make,

My life then was on the take,

I try not here or anywhere to be fake,

Maybe I should just go take a flying leap into a lake…?

Yes I did pay my toll,

For what I stole,

Perhaps that is why Santa does now bring me coal,

Still paying back on my karma,

Someday I will be paid up to date, that is now my goal…

       © ed ~ 5/3/05