Eyes sits in their seat
the poet me behind them
foolishly beat
At times eyes feel like
pushing delete
but the poet figures his
brain is only meat
We men of meat do beat
I guess it's in our make up
after witnessing others defeat

With me poor Adam first man
doesn't stand a chance
cause he and the snake
had a screw us romance
and the poor Catholic priest
do get more than a glance
A priest molested one of
my nephews
which for me was bad news
Kind of gave him and me
the blues
This nephew shot the priest
and almost ended up in jail
the devil was expecting
him in hell
Considering the judge landed soft
my nephew got off
May be some different strokes
for my nephew Dante Stokes
cause the filt of what the priest
did chokes

Our somewhat messed up
government ruling
always has me poetically dueling
As much good as there is
there's a lot of bad fooling
I guess we're all guilty and
need more schooling
I'm going to try and keep
my verse from drooling
Maybe I'll do some retooling
I try to verse for fun
however my brain and eyes
can't help seeing the dark of the sun
Glad I do see some light and fun
Eventually I might verse none
maybe disappear and be gone
so this high profile will
leave me alone
but it seems this versing is
diamond and not stone

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