They know, yes, they do, they know just how to get to you. They know how far you will go and that you won’t say no. They know, you won’t tell, they know you won’t make their life hell. They know how to hurt and to cut and they know you are in a rut. … Continue reading They Know You Know
Venomous Poet
Venom spitting poet, on paper with ink he sows it spitting, words in sheep like herds, serving aces changing faces. Firing bullets like cannon balls smashing into walls, angry sage of the modern age firing fury onto blank page. Take no prisoners please or offend, word Smith creating fire to send, rewriting lines that twist … Continue reading Venomous Poet
Rhythm of the Ink 