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)
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Friday, July 8, 2016
Ok ok
What's right?
What's wrong? What's changed or not the same?
Why do I feel?
I need to kill
Hang myself on a cross
At the capitol.
The beginning of the end
For me
But then you'll see
What's right what's wrong
What's changed
Or not the same..
Bob Jenkens
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