I am not a dreamer,
a seeker, a wanderer,
or an honest soul.
I am a cheat, a liar,
a thief, a drunk, and
I do not look for the
answers.
I merely shake my fist
at that which doesn't
initially reveal itself.
I do not strive to understand,
for everything beyond my reach
offers change, and change
scares me to death.
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BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThe first book in the "Beatnik Trilogy" of contemporary poetry collections.