Going Nowhere
Going nowhere, going somewhere, keep walking it’s an alternative job. Kick the wideboys and poverty payers this country needs more than players in the game, workers as counters divide and…
The Seat
The seat we didn’t go to for judgment, we went for calm, ah we are the sheep that follow told to believe when murder and hate were on the loose,…
The Seat
The seat we didn’t go to for judgment, we went for calm, ah we are the sheep that follow told to believe when murder and hate were on the loose,…
Me To Mine
Me to mine, my thoughts need an exhaustive cleaning. Too much dirt I cannot live without the purity, I seek upon new pasture like a grazing bovine. I need new…
To Hell In A Handcart
The Warrior of Poetry says we are all going to hell in a handcart, is that what you feel. Is it all for real this madness you feel, raise your…