I once was a little man,feeble slight and slow.
The man stepped on my toe,glanced mean and wipe his brow.
Silent as we my be to not let our petty little diferences,
be slight of hand,and the undertaker smiles not for the business but
service to the Man. How many times will you let yourself down, to lay
wrapped and strapped to the bed, steel piercing your artery,and yes to
every command. Awhile later
the test will be done. feeble slight and slow. No one is standing on
your toes. I will choose to leave this place,
the Man not like me. Here I'm just a joke , evereyone laughs,and lies.
Joe.

Sorry I thought this was the Poems and such thinga majig. room thingy

Kosmo, you probably DID post it in the poems section. (Thanks for
posting to the right category). But the site is buggy tonight, and all
the new threads are being redirected into general.