Discipline

Sat, 05/16/2015 - 02:28 -- Novax

He smiled with a frown

whilst discipline is an empty bottle of sorrow

we all drown

even if we could reach and grab the hand of air

it wouldnt matter because most would seem it to be dirty

and disfigured like a veteran died but lived with the devil of love

and all the cocks and all the pussy of above

couldnt have the discipline of a lion in the midst of a pool with roaches of goats and doves.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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