A wise man once said “It’s wrong when it stops being fun.” Well, I have to ask myself, has it? Has pining over the right word and cadence lost its spark? What, except the dark cloud that seeps its invisible cloak on my psyche, Keeps me from putting all for the gods and earthly kindContinue reading “It’s Wrong When It Stops Being Fun, A Poem”
The time has come, The end of generational ignorance is near. Revolution. There is no more denying, No more procrastination, For procrastination is the rebel’s enemy. There is no more time to waste, Revolution Is a formula. A formula of transcendence, A guide to peace, To march, To victory.
Losers never win, That is what makes them a loser. President Loser.