(1926 / Prescott, Arizona)

Eighty Nine

At eighty nine I can see my fate,
Soon with death I will participate,
At this age I think it is time,
To leave a world so asinine!

I see masses of insanity,
And ask, how can this be?
Warped minds giving rhetoric,
ThatIs enough to make one sick!

Suitable to put them in a place for the ill,
Before more blood they spill!
With a mentality of five,
Acquiring from others they strive!

A world filled with strife,
Removing so many from life,
A world of insanity,
One I no longer wish to see!

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