The house next door was on fire
and their was a cat trapped inside.
Everyone was running out
but I guess the cat wanted to hide.
So I ran inside the house,
without much thought.
That little cat was a gift.
A gift that I bought.
I searched and I searched
but the cat was nowhere to be found.
I wasn’t breathing very good
but I wasn’t making any sound.
I couldn’t hear everything around.
I even called out its name,”Fluffy.”
Before this fire even started,
that cat wouldn’t listen to me.
I can’t take much more of this,
I have to leave.
Just as I barely crawled out the front door,
I seen something that was hard to believe.
I was barely alive
but I could barely see.

The man drove up in his beat up ford.
He was holding a clip board
and looked like the man on the billboard,
who is holding a sword.
Except this man looked a little awkward,
maybe even a Little bored.
He introduced himself to me as Mike Gaylord.
He then said,”I had enough of my landlord,
he’s nothing more than a slumlord.
I am soon moving to the city of Concord
and I am looking to purchase a new keyboard.
I am willing to trade my new skateboard,
I got from an Mexican village warlord.”
I then said to him,” for the record,
I’m not looking for an reward
but I can point you toward,
someone who could afford,
more than a a two dollar bungee cord!”

I am never scared to smile, I am a cross between Busta Rhyme and Meth, because I love to party as much as Busta loves to have a good time and still receive as much respect as the M.E.T.H.O.D Man commands and like Meth I can bring the pain and it would just burn like citric acid to an ulcer. Due and unpaid I am as much as a delinquent as the next man at times I start to think I am similar to the ‘Tommy Vercetti’ of life because of my love of money.
Look for me in classical mythology I am role playing the son of God, look for me I am the central male figure in this poem in whom the principal interest centers around. So look for me and laugh a whole lot uh ho ho ho haw haw haw he he he haw!! I am the type of virtuous hero whom which is overlooked and nearly forgotten then cast out to drown at sea.
I am nonpareil with dilemmas of standards which are not to be measured up, and I am not as mysterious as I make myself out to be. I have the keys to succeed
I expect more than others think is possible, and dream more than others think is practical so I risk more than others think is safe and I do not wish to proceed and you all are still attempting to ruin and down play on these party grounds which the rules clearly state that anything goes. I folded my hand and dealt with the tight spot which I was in and basically stopped praying to the skies. Everyone seems to dislike my two faces, do not worry the feeling is mutual I feel the same way about your benedict like ways which have several faces of being happy to bad, then from good to sad and end up seriously mad.

She’s silent and small and her skin is fair
her dress is torn and her legs are bare

Under the house she awaits for a friend
she grabs for my sister as she starts to decend

Invisable friend please come out and play
to bad only at night and never at day

When the moon fogs she comes out for a look
I try to release the sister she took

Her eyes are black as well as her heart
shes ugly and mean also sneaky and smart

The terror she brings in her eyes as she looks
holding my sister and begining to smirk

I talk to her as my mother stares
the invisable friend that was never there

I’m dealing with advancing age
and trying hard to cope.
My body says it’s gone from can
to little less than hope.

I used to be so lean and mean
and hardened like a rock,
but now a simple test of strength
sends muscles into shock

I’m getting up three times each night
to tend to nature’s call.
You’d think the bladder’d know by now
that last trip took it all

The urges that I use to have
are gone like sweet September
I know there’s things I used to do
but how I can’t remember

But regardless of the shape I’m in
or how I feel each day
I still enjoy the challenge
of the game of life I play