Muscle Poems

No matter how big the material of our minds,

We still feel like babies, like

Little nothings  inside.

No matter how important the ride

We all dip and turn on the merry-go-round of life.

 

And the mayhem roll tide

Of the quiver and tumble

Of a love life

 

The rage of the giver

Raising children with

No guideline.

 

Remember,

If you need more,

You are entitled to it

More than one time.

 

If you fund war,

You are tried and jailed

For war crimes.