I've led a full and bizarre and awkward and boring and action-packed and mundane life. But now I've chosen to change. My time is not running out.
Wednesday, November 07, 2001
My Poem by Brad Kemp
Weenie Man song must have a tune
ACL tears in the midst of oppression
A widow weeps and stares at the moon
Liken Stanford Prison for a writing lesson
Computations plentiful weakened by all
Champions and rockstars don't fuss
Slippery putty to my hands does call
I think tomorrow I'll just take the bus
|| Bradford J Kempington III, 3:17 AM