My time's come on his feet fleeced with good grin
To make rain my reign ought against the green
For pale to pounce in thudding loudly like the trudging parade
Of millions of mighty mammoths speeding past a chiding charade
Tell my gun to fire on with my eyes on naught
Tell my two wombs to bear queens n' kings as I thought
Tell my missus away in the den fetching graces in healing herbs
I love her but death had done me his painful stabs
Tell my house to hold strong besides his pillars', establish
Him to be the strong horse striding in the faces of the fiendish
Friends I am further gone
Under the deads' own sun
I am no more with the you damned stressful ward
See my predecessors hailing me matching aboard
I am hopping it to 'em in gentle gestures n' pride
All these facades be charming n' has to 'em no chide
I'll dine with 'em people - their wines are here
I am going to be fed by my fores nigh here
Say me well as entailed in my message people
Now I must rest, cry not, giggle your deary dimple
No need to blubber
Go grig n' not sober.
Jodekss
Hello, I am Jodekss Gloatkenf --my penname. I am a professional writer, ghostwriter, researcher, editor, blogger, podcaster, artist, thinker and lightworker. I believe in creativeness, diversity and uniqueness --my definition of art.
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