a poem

its easy to string words togther
its simeple to practice
and get better and better
theres no problem
enjoying sunny weather
shorts and t-shirts instead of
long pants and sweaters
but its tough when you feel
youve been severed
for all of the bondage
thats kept you teathered
and you were sure
they hold you secure
from now until forever
but you get smarter
and end up to clever
and now you face reality
a bleak existance
alone and unfettered

prophet

a prophet never recognized
in his own town
so im dissapointed
when i come around