by Richard Polk

Created on: November 18, 2007

A ginger man made of clay
has a word to say
to the great drunken sage
who runs through life
in a stumbling daze

Here goes - there goes the fool
first left- than right
then forward and backwards
Spinning around
he greedily downs
everything in sight
getting drunk
on the bitter sweet toxins of life
his thirst never quenched
greedily he will eventually devour his own life

Take heed sage
change your ways
clear your conscious
of pure and impure thoughts
lest your fate be the same as mine
for to much of anything
will rot you from the inside out

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