Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Burnt



To take a punch, is to receive a hit.
Do you tape your hands? or do you sit?
I would rather make a r.i.p.,
than just stand and take a stip.

What is it about the day?
That makes us say, "Hey!"
How can we have a say?
When a fist is what we prey.

A sun may often be a ray,
directing at you what you make.
What is it that really shines?
Is it simply that son of mine?

I don't know, I have no time.
This belongs to whom? not mine.
Thank God for small favors in this line.
This could be an old sign.

It could actually be a steal,
of all the religious zeal.
Help me! I'm about to peel,
I got burnt and I can feel.


K.A.P.
5/29/2009

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