I AM A BAD MANA Poem by Rik BBad men are commonBrandishing that which will never be seen,
I rummage souls that are lost in the dream. I carry the tools to entice your misgivings And bury what you thought were loving feelings. ... I am the stealer of thoughts, and a very bad man I am the drummer of life from a very bad band. I will take all you have, that you thought was good, And make you feel terribly misunderstood. I love it and smile when I do you all bad, I love it and laugh when your smiles turn to sad. I flourish in wonder and my days turn so bright When I take all your hope and turn of your lights. I am a bad one; I am as bad as they come I will have all your smiles by the time I am done. Beware of my presence, take heed in my voice. For you will fall with the rest of them, you will have no choice. REB (MARCH 2012) because sometimes I feel down right mean. © 2012 Rik B |
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