Day: May 8, 2019

Tempest

The tempest it rages deep in my soul, Tossing, turning, burning, on a bed of hot coal. It screams, it cries, longing to escape, No longer sleeping, this mighty force is wide awake. It is the itch that can find no relief,  It is…

Doesn’t Fucking Matter

In the end, it does not matter.   I know a lot of different kinds of people. I know folks with money, and without. I know folks who are uptight and snobby, and I know folks who are down to earth and overly giving. I…