A Master And A Little Boy

My Grandpa and His Stick

He is no more to say here, but
his stick is there at the corner
It is strong and good as
my sweet old man
Who took my family as a team
his courage and love still has it’s beam

Though he was buried in the earth
his soul and love leads my family still
His stick guards my home from ill
from all polluting evils

It comes everyday in our use
Of course as my lovely grandpa, it helps
Any thing which is having lovely values
should be kept as treasure of our wealth

To the rocky ledge I crept;
It was later that I leapt.

I died, in any event,
And then it was to hell I went.

My love for you I kept.
Did you get the mail I sent?

I am known to write poetry.

Does that make me a known poet?

I doe no nuthin
bout no Kennedy boys
an bein no hero
in the second war.
I don no nuthin
bout no girl
Jackie Kennedy,
I thought I saw her once
but she wasn’t who she seemed.
No I doe no
I doe no no thing
bout no war in Iraq.
Why? when I can sit back
and lay up mah feet.
I doe no
no I doe no, no
I doe no no thing bout
no education,
nor no anthrax scare
back in 01,
oh my!
I doe no no thing
bout no freedom of information act
no thing bout
no Patriot Law.
I doe no no thing.