tawanise

Going down roads alone,
Never seeing what is shown.

Finding nothing in everything,
At a distance I hear a woman scream.

Running as fast as I can,
Come to find out it was a man.

Looking at him mild and meek,
His scream turned into a shriek.

Tired and alone,
I said to him, "Bitch be gone."

Then I looked for his fear,
It was no other than a dead stear.

Come to find out it ate his wife,
He showed me a picture,
And man this will get,ya.
No wonder he died this night.
Tawanise Ryan Timm-McDonough
01/15/04

Thought I'd give today a little humor.