He wished for everything,
With the spin of his lucky penny.
First came the failure
Then came the riches,
Soon thereafter came absolutely everything.
Then came the wind
Who tossed him luck,
Then came the old man who gave him his tongue.
He developed wisdom,
Governed over Europe,
Built a great job
For everyone with no luck,
Soon thereafter, the clocks were his.
He became a God,
Ruling over everything
Admiring what he had become,
He knew he had it all.
With the twist of his thoughts,
He suddenly felt quite lonely,
Sitting at the very top.
He had no friends,
No kids,
No family,
And no wife at all.
But there is nothing to say,
For he killed them all.
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Poems
Poezja"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
