A man told me that he had beaten the system.

He blamed, alcohol, drugs and his lack of wisdom.

Said he had a hole where he could bury his callous head.

Or he would pull the wool up over, his self made bed.

Never kept time or promises as he was far to clever.

Make them wait, make them hate. Better late than never.

Keep schtum. Keep mum, always act totally absurd.

Expressed himself, his actions, spoke louder than words.

Move to improve and don’t give a toss.

Be a stone alone, don’t gather, friends or moss.

Tattoo the skin and dye, your beautiful feathers.

Let the sheep creeps and birds, all flock together.

Move at night, dark isolation makes you stronger.

Be everywhere and indulge. It makes the heart pound longer.