Penniless and harmless it seems, my last 28 cents went to the redbox
In stock and in lock stock fashion, she wasted my time and called out
Upon the shores of wisdom’s house, beckoning that I waste my time with
The perverted arts again, seemed like sure fire manipulation and scandalous
Seduction, but it seems these days I’m running out of options, the swiss army
Romance only lasted for some months then winter came then you never
Were the same anyway, then I was wasted away on self medication trying to
Change direction and dedication but soon it will be over and my 28 cents
Will be washed over and accounted upon on receipt tape and shouted at
The gate, come in Son and crossover, here are the books of records for
Your life of intentions and judgment has come and opened me up again,
All the lights on, no more living in the dark, it hit the spark and red to me
Kindly on my kindle light and read me the pages of my moments of poverty
In this life and death comes quick and has no book on this but do I want to
Live away wasted away for me, no I’d rather make an impact and live under
The influence, 10 years later, still serving the gray chairs and still decked out
With wheat and tares, in between me I live for me and that’s exactly what He
Is correcting inside of me, this is just a test but soon its time to stand and that
Moment will be hard to understand
January 23, 2012 at 7:24 am
She is not a real she, but the she personified in Proverbs