Big jack drank out of a keg
Big jack always got drunk
Now he's lost one leg
And he stinks like a skunk
Disheveled and ram shackled
Cursing everyone as he staggers
All who saw sneered and cackled
All those years he still scatters
And what do onlookers so baffled
Do when he falls down on his face?
He had even called them names
They instead accelerate their pace
For they knew so much he loved blames
How will he get home now?
He finds himself in a ditch
Making sounds like a mooing cow
his lost pride he wouldn't stitch
Big Jack leave and let us be free.
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A Compendium Of Feelings To "THE ONE THAT IS TO BE MET". #tfa2017
PoetryA collection of poems written by me in silence, sadness and emptiness. Looking at the world from various perspectives. Life isn't all simple and straightforward. It's filled with twists and turns, magic and splendor. The world is a marvel, be it i...
