Not an old type of poem, just something that came to me.
Listen and you'll realise,
The picture that I paint,
The picture is quite simple,
I am a fu**ing saint.
Like many other people,
I suffered for my deeds,
I broke the law, was killed for it,
And set all of you free.
I dead now but I hope that you,
All never will forget,
I broke the law but broke it,
With no guilt or regret.
So many people in this world,
That I could write this for,
Hitler, Herod, Saddam Hussain,
Can you think of any more?
2006-09-25
09:42:41
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