the spirit is frail
the flesh is weak
offerings to the lord
who once offered
the other cheek
blessed are the mad
innocent and meek
no paradise
no hereafter
no resurrection
they try too seek
a single life
spent in madness
was sane enough
called a freak
soul made of clay
frame Burma teak
different strokes
different streaks
a running stream
choked on a
winding creek
the mouth was
willing the tongue
wont speak
Friday, June 28, 2013
Mad Woman of Mahim
