Title Here (Make It A Good One)

Poem By Dick Johnson

There are walls and rules
and laws and fools that follow
but I do see
I can get confused for free
and drown in my shallow
hole I dug by hands
each day shrugging off the needs of my fellow man
for I am better then any and all
this I tell myself
with this I never fall
this plays every hand dealt
for me and swiftly
and I smile brilliantly
I walk my roads of denial
I take every step
through the bile and the shit
I am, I am what I get
left with no need for the rules
believe me, they are for fools
like here
people occasionally they say my meanings are clear
and they leave there comment at the end
but I will never comprehend
my friend
this is only where the circle begins

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