My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
Saturday, December 15, 2018
You're stupid!
I'll be damned
If I didn't wake up this morning
And change the world
Started a revolution
A war of the words
Like Orson Welles
I'll be damned
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