The more you feel
the worse you feel
that is all there is to say
For all the greats
Have never wallowed too long in their own pits.
just kept on saying what they thought should say.
Everyone wishes
there was more to it
Don’t turn madly inward
For there is only one truth to find
You will die amongst their midst.
Like dogs enraged
Eating their own
You only fight for a name.
They pass onto kids.
The world is Wizzi vida Witz.
John D.Dexter 