Soul

Somewhere, someplace, sometime, somehow.

Daily preys upon my now,

turn your face but just don't bow

to disgrace, I'll have a cow.

Self-Resistance, show me, Pow!

Hurt like Hell, it was no towel.

Keep it up, I am not a chow.

Turn your cheek, fore I am sow.

My nose bleeds, ready shall?

My back side beat, ready pal?

You aren't a friend, belt, rowel?

Bend down and touch, I'm not a sow.

Bring it on, I am here now.

I am bent from all this, shall?

A narrow grave and here we gave,

a night of blistery wounds; I shave.

Red, blue, purple, green stripes upon this scene.

My body hurts from buckles loose,

my skin is ripped from all this, Goose.

I don't want to scream and loose

my soul, my heart when I chose.

K.A.P.

5/16/2009