{A Old man is sitting in the parkn with a bottle of JD..Just waiting for the grim reaper to take his soul....and end his eternal pain..}

The source of me had grown inside a remorsefully and lonely wife..
Knocked up wit her stomach disproportioned .. plus growing wide..
Tormenting with moaning cries cuz forcing me had torn her thighs..
See from day one I was a Bad Boy .. thus Notoriously born to die..
Absorbing them roaming eyes, they’re amazed in my birthday suit..
My Assets are a cause for Interest so they gazing in search for loot..
The shades had a trace of dew, life followed wit the same density..
Met dilemmas .. and I was plagued by those stained prints of me..
It makes plain sense to me .. confined in the scheme of existence..
Desires are incarcerated, even my needs are dreaming of wishes..
My breathing is rigid, inhaling but oxygen doesn’t enter my lungs..
The Current of air was met wit resistance and rendered by ohms..
I stay embedded deep in my psalms, in hopes to bless my fate..
Cuz when death awaits heaven’s gate will be my final resting place..

{Closes Eyes}..

Peace
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