My mind brings itself into rages;
Feeling caged in its fear of cages!.
It's less scared of close-range 12-guages!.
Occasionally looking for friends in book pages!.
Taking joy in imaginary smoky scents & sages!.
Finding random, stupid games for my idle times to play with!.
Looking for unhealthy joys to spend healthily happy days with!.
Sometimes cooking up un-felt words that I might get slain with!.
I direct cusses and curses at myself far more than anyone else!.
Holding elections for guns that I can run with or aim at myself!.
New thoughts come from 100-year-old books from my shelf!.
I've beat myself up more than I've searched for piles of wealth!.
Death always seems to be a step or two behind me!.!.!. oh well;
So, I tend to my health by telling it to go to hell!.!.!.
while I smile at the sounds of nearby church bells!.
I've never given a ten to anything produced from my pen, without laughing at having done so!.
mind laughing that my hands seem slow
as it gunslings and goes gung-ho!.Www@QuestionHome@Com