From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: doubts
Date: Tue Aug 16 17:47:12 1994


an old poem I wrote a while back, don't laugh, please...



doubts


Im bled dry of all ambition
all religion is superstition
Im on a mission

prospects dim and dusty lives
all these things give me hives
Id rather play with knives

grinning lawyers cant catch me
I am right here, all you see

is mission a fable? life a big joke?
is life a joint from which I smoke?
Id rather soak

oh well, at least Im trying
Im not at all afraid of dying
monotonous sighing


so what do you think? needs work, I know