Wayward Son
He rode his dismal horse
all day and night
and to the grave of ashes.
A life
and less than a life
Fantasies
crept up like flaming fire.
Even der Fuhrer was amazed.
Like many of low esteem
he flaunted his braggadocio,
pounding it in
as with a steel hammer.
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2016
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