MAYBE SOMEDAY

Maybe someday
People will understand Me ways,
The smoke, the drinks and the drugs of clay
I don't enjoy, but it helps to play
In writing down me registry 
To the poetic slay;

I had done no crime, 
Then Why this prison on the magic mind;
No wrong, No rights
She believed I could find
Not seeing me grateful purpose
Yet left to define,
Me madmen controlling me beast
Making me-self one of a kind
Love is just a simple word
To lust, and to grind;

Her face brings in the agony pain,
Hooked with the idea
That she is also the same,
A witch enchanting her spell
Tailing me to her game,
Seducing me to lick out,
The orgasm oil
From her sex machine train;

Going to another Man with no shame
As I sip me whiskey, in the rolling rain
Happy with me rituals and her bastard blame,
Praying the holy for some peace
So some words could be gained;

Maybe someday
People will understand me ways,
The smoke, The drinks and the drugs of clay,
The cost we use to bear together
And now I alone pay,
Remembering the words in her last stay
' It is better for us to burnout, Then fade away'
Starring the ring, I had bought
Sleeping in me can ash tray.

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#POEM