This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

In Declaration

Written in

by

That mankind is more disposed to suffer
(He put his body on the line.)

While evils are sufferable.
(Between her and them.)

Then to right themselves.
(They were harassing her.)

By abolishing the forms.
(He never brandished a weapon.)

To which they are accustomed.
(Other than his phone.)

But when a long train of abuses and usurpations.
(They pushed him into the ice.)

Pursing invariably the same object.
(They surround him and pushed face down in the snow.)

Evinces a design to reduce them.
(They kicked him on the ground.)

Under absolute Despotism.
(They shot him in the back.)

It is their right.
(After they beat him senseless.)

It is their duty.
(They unloaded their clip on his lifeless form.)

To throw off such government.

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