A thousand words ago life began and life ended inch by inch driven by ego all honor was to be defended
the child is given excuses learning to lie and to manipulate the personality grows elusive never again will there be a sinless slate
mother dearest does the nurturing peers drive home the lessons likes and dislikes forever versioning many experiences give lasting impressions
with his addictive brain on backwards eventually the wrong choice is made he was fingered as one of the bad actors the law pinched him in a whorehouse raid
another soul lost in the system the normals don’t understand a mental obsession rare is the judge and jury who possess wisdom another life whose ending is in question
did this happen a hundred years ago whose great grandfather was the horse thief hundreds of old photos in the portmanteau tales being told that are beyond belief
what will history say about our generation too many selfish and self-centered worried about the I is this the beginning of the end or the start of a new creation as we waste our time arguing about the pie in the sky
will you mind your own or someone else’s business whose honor should be defended will you procrastinate or be ambitious is there a message we can comprehend
ME and the Boss Poetry 