W. Rod MacMasterson Poems

Dissatisfaction

Frustration, I am a prisoner
Consumption they are prisoners
I am a prisoner of frustration I
know not yet a purpose... more »

Some Crap About Nature

There, there little blade of grass
You grow so quickly and are cut so fast
There, there little misquito
Your bite itches as I eat my taquito... more »

Trance?

I look out each day upon Dawn
Wondering what this day will spawn
Perhaps today I will see a new light,
One which I did not see last night... more »

W. Rod MacMasterson Quotes

Comments about W. Rod MacMasterson

Trip McNeely 18 Sep 2006 03:50
write another poem
Trip McNeely 21 Aug 2006 12:49
A punch to the face and a kick to the ribs, my monarch shall be avenged!
Trip McNeely 13 Aug 2006 03:15
Ken Kesey called me up for a bus ride and I said 'Yeah man, sounds good let me call Cassidy up' and Kesey said 'He's already on Nigga WHOO! '